My Mirror Image
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Last published Wed, Aug 24, 2022
*My friend Madi L made this story plot for me to write. This is an original story please don't copy it. Credits to Madi for helping me add things in these chapters and for coming up with the plot.*
This book was written in a Journal/1st person POV.
People normally have demons. They can either see or hear them. I can hear and see mine.... every time I look in the mirror...... because I'm my own demon.
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