Over the Edge •Complete•

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Reads 117
Votes 56
Parts 22
Time 9m

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Trigger warning (Collection of old poems) An I Jumped Then Changed my Mind series. 
A continuation of emotions spilled on the pages of a book.All Rights Reserved

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