The Friend

The Friend

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Oct 12, 2019
He was a new face around my boring town. I've never seen anyone like him, he had this vintage look as if he wasn't even in the right time frame. Everything about him drew me in, as if he was the devil himself. I wish I would've found out what he actually was sooner, but it's too late.
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(~Completed~) I didn't know him. I didn't even speak to him. I didn't think that one look made him the way he is. That night I wish I hadn't even crossed path with him. I thought he was charming but never knew he was crazy. I need to get out of here. Mr.Blue Boy I'm sorry but I'm not sticking around to find out what's ahead.

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