The beauty of Paranoia: My encounters
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  • Reads 25
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Nov 30, 2014
I'd like to share a story with you. Now, you can disagree with everything I'm about to present to you (that is if you decide to read this,) But...these are just my theories and encounters with all things creepy. If you like creepypastas and creepy things in general, then I guess we can analyze some things together. If you're up to it that is? 

- Mya Sanders
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