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Ongoing, First published Jul 09, 2019
Mature
Fear , fear is not the darkness its the things that hide in it its the dark, disgusting, inky, monsters that lurk in the thin borderlines of everyone's heads  the thin veil of happiness that melts as we grow older until....... its gone our innocence.....our minds are shattered its inevitable its.....FEAR.....




(GRAPHIC CONTENT GRAPHIC SPEACH) ITS A BXB BOOK SO GET OUTTA HERE IF YOU DONT LIKE IT BYE 

Its my first book I'll try to keep the word count to about 500-1000 if I can but don't expect much from me cause school were I am will start in about 2 months thank you  to the people who actually read this luv ya.
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