Old bruises, old memories
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  • Reads 52,803
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 59m
Ongoing, First published Nov 23, 2020
Peter, a 15 year-old, has so many responsibilities carried onto his back, he's only so young to be covered in countless of bruises, not only from being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, but also from behind the closed doors.

He could only take it so far before he would break and crumble.

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Δ Trigger warning! Δ : Abuse, panic attacks

Might be triggering to some people, please tell someone if you're dealing with something similar like this. 

You're all amazing and if you want to talk, I'm here for you. Love you and take care!

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