WHO IS SHE?
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, May 25, 2025
It was never the plan to run away. I mean I thought of it before- but i never thought i would go through with it.
home had stopped feeling like home.
Then i was just a ghost wandering around the city until i met them.
- a crew of broken kids living in an abandoned building, surving off stolen food, smokes and drinks whenever they want. They all know of the kind of pain that never fully fades, because they all felt it.
But there is something different about her.
she understand me better than anyone.
Tired eyes.
A sharp tongue.
and her touch is like gasoline and fire, it burns but feels so nice.
I have one last decision to make...
stay lost. or finally fight for something that's worth fighting for!
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