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Last published Tue, Dec 5, 2023
uhhhh random things that kept me up in middle school, but like as a story. Literally just me daydreaming bout the kid i liked 💀👍
tw: sh, abusive parents, yelling, suicidal thoughts, starvation, ptsd.
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