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"Sweet sixteen, some may call it, but my 16's were rather bitter. This story is exactly twenty years old, and I think now is the best time to tell it. I was a band kid, a musical genius, as they called, and I definitely did have a love for music. I chose to let it out by putting up a band. Very smart of me, right? Those end up always good anyways." A story about grief, confusion and immorality. Spiced up with some cute - or maybe not so - sapphics! **My original work and it is not to be copied in any way.** **Any and all criticism is warmly welcomed (as well as any comments about literally anything!) as this is my first story I've ever actually been invested in writing, lol. **
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I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

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