Coffee and Cigarettes

Reads 141
Votes 9
Parts 14
Time 53m

Reads 141
Votes 9
Parts 14
Time 53m

anxietydisorder comingofage depression disorder drama friendship girlxgirl life love mentaldisorder mentalhealth queer romance suicide

She loves coffee. She loves dancing. She loves reading. She loves painting. She loves collecting stuffed toys. She loves to learn. She loves a lot of things but there is one thing she doesn't love, she doesn't love herself.All Rights Reserved

anxietydisorder comingofage depression disorder drama friendship girlxgirl life love mentaldisorder mentalhealth queer romance suicide

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