Me and my ghost
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Última publicación lun, jun 29, 2020
In a intriguingly melancholy series of events, a teen girl's depression arrives at her doorstep to move in and stays for an extended period of time, causing her to do things she's never done before. This a story of how he taunts her, nearly kills her and maybe even causes her to make peace with the darkest parts of herself.
Inspired by me & ur ghost - blackbear
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