It'll all be over..
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Ongoing8m
Last published Mon, Nov 3, 2025
Trigger warnings
self harm
suicide attempts
mentions of telling others to commit suicide
credit to I don't remember, who ever the person who wrote that one with light and griffin was I think it was Re_ate_De, that's where I got the idea for this, so go support them :D
I'm bad a TWs-
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