Even if it kills me
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Last published Thu, Nov 29, 2018
This is my first story sorry it sucks xoxox
-trigger warning
this talks about
depression, suicide, self harm, mental illness, and eating disorders.
Sorry it's not happy😪
Written by: tea and a piece of moldy potato
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