I'm not really sure. I just write what's on my mind. Sometimes my mind works too much. I don't know what else to do with all the thoughts, daydreams and maladaptive disassociations~ so I put it all down and hope to create nice things with it.
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Story by Creamotherapy
Butterfly Moth
Tommie is sixteen, sickly, and suffocating under the weight of his God-fearing home. When he's sent to a remo...
