Spilled Inks
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Random. Really random. I don't know. Some of it it good writing. Some of it's not. Some of it is more personal, some of it's less so. I don't know. Read at your own risk. Trigger warnings for mentions of suicide, abuse, self harm, unrequited love... I don't know if there are any others... Just... proceed with caution.
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