Believe
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Oct 21, 2017
People would always love me because of my smile and the positive personality I gave to them.
But... I feel like puking inside because of their fake faces.
I don't like to be with people who are fake. They would just use you and then throw you off like you didn't exist.
That's why I don't like them!! NOT AT ALL!!
Hi guys! This story is based on a real life experience. And pleSe I hope you all like it.
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You were still learning how to be independent despite your. Conditions and limitations. But what happens when you return home one day in the hopes of relaxing. You find yourself stuck with a group of people claiming to be demons? How will you handle this without a full-on mental breakdown? And why was the creature with a 24/7 smile so fond of following you around? I do not own the image nor any of the Hazbin Hotel characters, they belong to their respectful owner.
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