Living with creeps ~Creepypasta~
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Life is like a painting and you're the one to choose how it will look. Mine is a torn mess filled with the faces of fear. I think its truly a wonderful painting. This is the story of me and my new friends. I see myselfas not a bad person but as a vigilante of sorts. I want to make the world better one way or another.
I once put my trust in the wrong hands and maybe thats why I'm here. Or maybe this is how it was supposed to be and always been.
Since then I've been taking life one step at at a time not knowing exactly how I came to be. Now is the time to get answers I never thought to ask.
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