Demons Past
- Leituras 62
- Votos 4
- Capítulos 3
"Normal" isn't in our vocabulary. We're crazy, random, most of us are otakus as well. We don't fit in with the human race, we knew that, but we couldn't care less. People would say we are weird and maybe even awkward, now they were even calling us lesbians.
We didn't care. We were in our own world. We were free to be as wild and random as we wanted to... I always liked to say that it was best being our own group, that our lives were more carefree and fun. In my head, I always laughed to myself that we were considered demon... I didn't know I was right...
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