Entry #755 - We'll Finally Meet
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Last published Sat, Nov 16, 2019
Death and gloom seems to be the only thing residing on Earth's future now. The smallest sparks of contrast are treasured so dearly but are also so easily extinguished.
In the end all there is is tragedy, even for those that may hope for a brighter future.
Entry #0: We're all gonna die, aren't we?
Warning: This is basically all angst, not really much as far as a happy ending. A lot of character death, implied violence, and yes, there are a few smut scenes 'cause even in the darkest most foreboding of stories I will have people fuck.
Fair warning, subjects like depression and suicide will be present, while I will specify in a chapter, you've been warned.
I would so like to give credit where it's due. This was a collab piece with a few friends of mine.
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