Gray Flowers
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Isn't it funny to find that we are something more than what we thought we were?
A sort of sequel no one asked for of Poetically Inclined. Still has all my trauma shit and bad stuff you know and love.
Tw: rape, abuse, child abuse, maybe some lewd shit?? Idk I haven't even written anything for this book yet
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