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Ongoing, First published Sep 05, 2021
How can our love die if it's written in these pages? 

Dream and George have always been the best of friends and after moving into the same dorm, they've gotten more comfortable with each other. 

Dream has a little journal he likes to write in every night. He tell the book his secrets and how his day was. What he didn't know was that George did not like the fact Dream told his journal his secrets, but not him.

After Dream writing a heart-felt page about his feelings towards George, he finds himself deciding to wether or not confess his feelings or deny them. 

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