Reality
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Last published Thu, May 7, 2015
Introduction:
Okay so this is a story to make you wanna feel the feels. If you even know what i mean. And take note, this a Chris Collins fanfic if your not a colliner then leave, nah joke. If you wanna read it okay. Just think that this story is about you and Chris!
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"Reality is the worst thing in life that you'll face. Because thats where you will really learn that fairytales doesn't really exists" ~Y/N
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