Lock Away Your Heart
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Ongoing21m
Last published Fri, Nov 10, 2023
TW: physical abuse, self-harm, death, eating disorders
Keep to yourself, don't draw in unwanted attention. Don't you dare let that cheerful attitude fade. Put on a fake smile and go about your day. No one needs to know what goes on after dark. No one cares to find out either.
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