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Dancing With The Enemy
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Continúa, Has publicado jul 21, 2014
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She was dangerous, one look at her and I knew, I would spend my life obsessing, studying and watching her, always from a distance of course. She's cold like winter, dark and dangerous like my favourite novels, impossible to figure out. She's like a good maths equation, she's never easy and even when she gives you an answer, it's not always right. She's fascinating to watch, like a double agent! The way she plots, the way she slips under the radar, going unnoticed, and never by accident, but by choice. She works insanely hard to appear invisible. She's smart, smarter than you'd ever think, one look from her and she's got you figured out. ---A bit of everything in this story, Lesbian moments, strong language, violence. Don't like it? Don't read it--
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Slow updates to be expected as I don't really know where I'm going with this story, it's just an idea I got and I haven't thought it through fully, but I will be updating and I will continue the story, so please be patient! Thank you xo
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[READ DESC!!] ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ Alright, just in case you actually liked HSITG, (which I highly doubt), I'll give you the version I wrote on my school chromebook. Just a little warning, the writing sucks. I made this version last year, so don't expect it to be like how my writing is now. I guess I should've continued my book, huh? UPDATED DESC: I've always thought that the vibrance of colors were truly real. The way blue was used, it gave me a sense of motivation. Although, I can't seem to remember the outside world anymore. The way everything seems to darken, I can't even remember how I look like. It's feeding on me, I know it. INSPIRED HEAVILY FROM OMORI. Most of the story thats comes from Omori is actually written on here, so I'll revise it to the best to my ability so it makes more sense. I don't want to just make it seem like I copy and pasted the whole plot of Omori and just changed the characters. That would be wrong. CHANGE OF PLANS: Yea no, I'm leaving it the way it is. I'll only add bad words to it bc I couldn't on my school chrome-book. I'll continue my newer version of HSITG after I complete transferring this one. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ Other inspiration: Madoka Magica An actual instrument I play (you'll see later) Idk there was something else that inspired this mess I forgor