Story cover for It Gets Deeper by Child_of_Artemis
It Gets Deeper
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Ongoing, First published Dec 26, 2018
"You tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake ... You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that."
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