The girl at the pier

The girl at the pier

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Ongoing5m

Last published Fri, Feb 9, 2018

ocean selfinsert suicideawareness

This story is about.. some thoughts I had. It's a second person view of those mind bubbles. Enjoy. Suicide trigger warning.

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