Help Me
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Last published Fri, Jul 21, 2017
I don't think i'll post anything other than this on this story. i wrote this in 2014 but never had the guts to post it. i'm having a bad night and i haven't had one in forever but it made me think of this. Please don't read this if it's going to trigger you or cause you harm. Please message me if you need someone. This is a note louis found of harry's after he had passed.
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