Young one / That-My kiddo (in Correction State)
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A young teeneger who grew up way too fast and took their fate/life in their own hands.
TW this has content such as
Internet friendships with adults possible grooming,kinky, adult, introvert, ed, chilhoodtrauma, drugs & alcohol abuse, hypersexuality, recovery, suicide attemps, childpornography -no pictures just perspective experience spoken about.
mature but 15+ please.
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