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Stories by panickingatthedisc0
My Type of Poetic Truth
Teen angst man, teen angst. It's a sad story. The circle of life, but in a friendship, and everything in betw...
She Was Fed Up
She was fed up with her stepmother, she was fed up with where she was, and she was fed up with herself for no...
When Harold Flew Away
When desperation calls, some people will do anything. Just Betsy, Harold, and a pie. Sounds dirty, right? Wro...