غلاف قصة Forget me not بقلم floxxvi
Forget me not
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There's also that one kid in the school , that one kid who doesn't do anything , that's just kinda there.I'm that one kid.You see I have always been that one kid my whole life.No matter where I go , I always seem to just be there. And I enjoyed being that one kid.I didn't have to deal with anything.Being that one kid let me escape from my mind , escape from reality.Escape from the pain I like to call my life.Until I moved into this small forgotten town in the middle of nowhere , Bark dale. My life turned completely upside down when I arrived here ,  but what I didn't know would end up hurting me the most.
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