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Midnight

42_ghost_stories

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Parts 11
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Reads 665
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Parts 11
Time 57m

42_ghost_stories

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coldplay fanfic guyberryman

All these years of dealing with this bullshit game of life are going to end. No longer will i have to keep hiding the bruises and scars and cuts along my body, and the continuous mourning of my parents, and that fact that it was all my fault. 

I take the pills with three swigs of jin and position myself. As soon as im about to jump, a hand grabs at my wrist and pulls me, leading me to an ambulance. No. This is not what i want, i thought.All Rights Reserved

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