The Little Emo That Could~Her Side
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Ok, legitimately this story was based off a dorky video two of my friends made, specifically one scene where one of them dies via suicide (fun stuff eh?) This reminded me that I also haven't wrote in a while and this story was written on Friday the 13th, I thought I'd do a sad inside of a spook. Hope I didn't ruin your day with this one guys. "'•w•
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