The Solace Diaries
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My mom told me I was a "special case".
I never believed her.
But with how my life's going?
I might reconsider.
.~.
Will Solace's life in camp and outside of it. There's not enough stuff on here about my baby so I'm taking it upon myself to make as much Will Solace centered BS as I can :D
(I ALSO JUST REALIZED THAT THE DESC ABOVE KINDA RHYMES?? LOL-)
~Kennah <3
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