Short Prose
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Just random little short pieces that represent stuff I'm going through or how I feel, or maybe just a thought that came to my mind. Please respect that my writing is how I cope with some things in my life and don't bring it up unless you feel that it's absolutely necessary for the sake of my health. Thanks c:
Trigger warning: self harm, suicidal ideation, sexual assault.
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