I worte this crap when I was like 14. I was and still am pretty fucked up in the head for publishing and even just writing some of these "stories". TW; death/suicide/language/murder/blood/gore/smoking/selfharm/assault/SA/etc. (I won't be adding to this collection of writing anymore. But I won't be deleting it either. I'd like to strongly encourage anyone who's dealing with similar situations IRL to seek help or find someone or something to anchor you and get you through. shit isn't always bad but we never really catch a break. Survive, loves.)
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