//Apartment 102//
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Who am I? Do I even know, or have I been wearing this mask of somebody else for so long that I am a mystery now to myself?
I've always seeked refuge in the familiarity of my self-destructive lifestyle, telling myself that I wasn't deserving of anything greater than the shit-show my very existence had become.
That is, until I, quite literally, ran into the messy haired boy that lives across the hall.
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