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I do online role-playing with my friends and this is one of the storylines for one with my close friend unholy.
It is going to be written almost word for word, and this is mostly so me and unholy can remember certain details in our story easily. It might not be the greatest story, but it sure is interesting.
Trigger warning:
Drug abuse
Suicide mentions
Character deaths
Angst (like a lot)
Panic/anxiety attacks
and a lot more that will be added on when I get to them.
Have fun reading I guess
WIP probably never gonna be finished
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