*after your parents died you took on the responsibility of cleaning and cooking, it took a tool on your mental health, it caused you to start harming yourself, after a bit it started to get better, life seemed to become more peaceful. until one night you walk into your room to see ponyboy sitting on your bed, he was reading your journal, and his hands were grasping onto a small box, it was your small box that held blades. the same blades you used to harm yourself with. ponyboy looks up at you.*
。⋆ ʚ🥤ɞ ⋆。 ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɴᴋʙᴏx
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