till death do us part
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Last published Mon, Jun 25, 2018
Has this been done?
Whatever I kinda love it and so I might write it but beware my user doesn't lie this is gonna b crappy
If this goes as planned
Tw: mentions and flashbacks of sexual abuse
BUUUT if I do go through with that I'll tell u when it's about to win and where it ends and I'll summarize it at the end of the ch so u don't have to read it. Pls don't read it cuz I don't wanna trigger anyone ever
Correct me on grammar and spelling cuz I want to do better but if I'm coming at u on a 3 am creativity spree don't judge
I don't even have a writing schedule it's just whenever I'm feeling creative so sorry!
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