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*mentions of suicidal thoughts, cutting, and depression* it was obvious that this kid was from here. i watched from my apartment in times square, there was an entertaining group of kids and two adults walking around in yellow shirts. the only one who seemed to know where to go was a boy with an out-of-place blue hoodie around his waist, and poofy black hair. he looked like he was laughing at the rest of his little camp group, who looked around at the city in awe. hold on... i was spotted by a girl with bright, turquoise hair. she waved up at me. fuck. i ducked down from my spot at the window, heart racing. i dont even know why im so paranoid, maybe its the fact that i have bloody hands and theyll think ill try to hurt them next. but im the only person id ever want to hurt. *lmao hey guys, so i drew the cover and im not in the mood to have people try to steal my shit. thanks lmao*
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