depressed in new york
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MatureOngoing13m
Last published Mon, Nov 15, 2021
"you're something else you know"
keira isn't up for romance as much as you'd think. a single omnisexual with shithead friends and no hope for living past 21?
but what if you find another person with shitheaded friends who has an addiction to smoking and wants to die really badly?
you get a hell of a romance
warning:
language, smoking, drugs, past ab*se, su*cide, self h*rm, and lgbtqia+ (not really a warning tbh)
written by nuts, edited by deez
thank you <3
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