Dead to Me - Frerard
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Última publicación sáb, ene 2, 2021
Have you ever told a lie so many times that even you started to believe it?
Frank is lonely. There's no way around that. It's a fact. Things haven't been the same since Gerard.. well... yeah. His friends either seem too distant or too up close and personal. And he is lost, so so lost. His life seems to be doing nothing but spiralling downwards as he plummets into another wave of deep depression over a boy he just never got over, and now with things being shook up again, he doesn't know who or what to believe.
Is he to trust his heart? Or trust his brain? But even his head seems to be quite misleading and unreliable recently.
-Just as like a side note, it probably becomes obvious in the book, but the stuff that's written in bold italics is stuff Gerard has said in the past. It's supposed to be striked through with a line, but Wattpad doesn't allow that idk why-
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