Dale's Diary
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Oct 9, 2019
Laying on the ground was a soft purple journal, taking a look inside, the writing was extraordinarily neat - as though the person writing it took hours just writing a single letter. Out of curiosity, you decide to read through the contents of the journal...
[This is the story of Dale's past, written in the form of diary entries.]
[ TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND CHILD ABUSE]
[Slow updates because I am a college student]
[TEMPORARY HIATUS DUE TO COLLEGE]
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