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Last published Fri, Feb 9, 2018
this isn't a "real" story, I simply just create story lines when I'm sad or bored as a distraction. I feel more depth would be amazing to add to this story and with enough support might even become a fully fleshed novel. However, at this current time, it is just an aesthetic yet depressing love story with minimal words. Enjoy anyway ;)
p.s the cover is an original photo I took 👍🏼
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