No Clue
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Terminé ven., oct. 7, 20161h 9m
I suck at writing so don't expect a story. If I do write a story it probably won't be good so don't expect much. I'm probably going to write random rhyming things or ramblings because I can't sleep or I get bored. Read if you want there'll probably be some messed up things so uh yeah. Read if you want...
Whatever you decide...
YOU'RE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forgot I wrote this RIP if anyone really liked this, but it was sad teenage angst. Anyway I got therapy, changed my pronouns, have a supportive girlfriend, and hate myself a little less. Hang in there!
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