a hell called home (completed)
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he could never escape this hell, could he?
everyday, it was a new mistake.
everyday, a new bruise or scar appeared.
max could never escape this hell called home.
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trigger warning.
lmao here is just a big pile of angst. i'll probably make a prequel or sequel or something. maybe just another story that's not related to this one, but still an angsty dadvid. lol idk. let's find out.
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i hope y'all enjoy my story! if you wanna know more about me, check out my autobiography, "up until now."
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