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Please note: Content may be triggering to some people. Don't read it if you have a very bad time in your life right now.
And no, the story isn't about me. I'm completely fine. I just wanted to write something. And I figured sadness is the most powerful emotion of them all, to drag my readers along. So no worries, I'm not suicidal.
Btw, this was very spontaneous, I actually had in mind to write something medieval fantasy -ish, so idk. This will probably not be the style of all my work.
Enjoy! Or rather not, it's quite sad after all ... Idk
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