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JereMike: Puppet
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Ongoing, First published Apr 09, 2015
Mature
As a person who has different childhood than others, Jeremy, a young boy, learned what fake and force love is. Days turns to months, months turn to years. Years after years, his trust to others was long gone. His childhood happiness turned to anxiety and depression, something he wish he won't have.  

Everything was just normal, until his horrible past repeated: abuse. He decided to look for a job, to earn money and have a small rent house to live with, just away from the nightmares. During work, he met with a man that would either make his life better or worse. 

He thought he can trust him. He thought he'll learn love from him. He thought he was the right person. It was all a lie. 

((As you can see, it is a JereMike story so meh. Picture's from the rightful owner. Enjoy, I guess (?) :p ))
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