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Last published Sun, Jul 5, 2020
"Please answer. I'll be waiting."
In which She gets left on read. Tragic and came from a random idea at 1AM
Ft. Zen the pizza man! :D
TW: mentions of hallucinations, suicide and blame stuffs
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