Who Am I?
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  • Parts 3
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  • Reads 36
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 3
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Sep 08, 2021
Who are you?
*I'm you*
Wth your a kid
*face palms*
Ohhh my kid version.... Woah I was creepy lookin
*finnaly- so you have chosen death*
Hehe but seriously.... Do I even know myself?
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