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My Poor, Broken Heart - Toya Aoyagi oneshot
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Ongoing, First published Jan 17, 2024
This was solely on impulse btw

- I never wanted to be beautiful, to look like a painting. I just wanted people not to turn away. - 

I have not written anything in a LONG while so I'm sorry for that
I have had a lack of inspiration but this literally just came to me last night

Some warnings you should be aware of that Toya is deaf/hard of hearing and there is also some graphic violence so I will mark that with an ⚠️ as usual

Also as always there is πŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆ gay people πŸ€©πŸ™ˆ not really the focus but it's there

And I never proofread it so there's a chance that I left some mistakes in there

⚠️ Project Sekai does not belong to me, it belongs to Sega, Colorful Palette, and everyone else who made it ⚠️

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