You know my name, you know who I am, if I walked past your friends they would know who I was, you know. But at the same time you don't, part of me doesn't even know myself, I never told you the truth behind why I did what I did, you said it was me, my fault. Maybe it wasn't maybe it was yours, but how would you know, all you did was talk shit and pass blame around but got pissed when it settled on you, now tell me how does that work? How does that make sense when you did this to yourself?
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Randomhave you ever been through something that completely changed your life? 17 year old highschool student Coen Austin is getting over one of the biggest events in his life, well trying to anyway. he meets a boy a bot that will flip the script entirely...
