Story cover for What's Left by lekkere-rakker
What's Left
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Ongoing, First published Aug 04, 2016
The dark shadow of my past follows me around, everywhere I look everywhere I go. It is there, the pure insanity of a psycho. But I am not that man i'm not that horrible thing who kills and tortures people just because it's fun. I'm just a normal kid who goes to school and who has a descent life. But my past wants me to be, it want's me to become insane
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