A Story of a Sad Little Boy
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  • Reads 512
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 27
  • Time 1h 8m
Complete, First published Feb 10, 2019
a story about a person who experiences life.  it's actually just me ranting and writing about my thoughts. Watch as I spill the tea in my life.
Caution may get deep
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