My Psycho Story
- LECTURES 52
- Votes 8
- Chapitres 4
Hi, I'm the quiet girl. The introverted, shy outcast, with no apparent friends other than her notebook that appears to be biologically attached to her body.
Hi, I'm the girl who is either a mute or a highly disruptive monster, who sits at the back of your English class.
Hi. I'm Violet, and you shouldn't have overlooked me like that.
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