525,600 Minutes
This is how you measure the life of your average brown-haired, brown-eyed girl.
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With fanfiction.net.
Here’s a little head’s up on how the night will end - It’ll be rated M.
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The drugs certainly took a toll on him, on his body. The track marks in his arms were scarring, seeking to haunt Roger no matter where he went for they would always be there. All he had to do was look down, look at the flesh flexing with his muscles to find the bruises, the hideous mistakes of his past. Forget regret? Bullshit. More like forget the fucking future, because in his mind, there was none. There wasn’t any future for April, Angel, Mimi. He and Collins were next. It was only a matter of time, and time had a tendency to fuck things up for Roger even more than the average, healthy human being.
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Photo reblogged from Spread love and give back
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This chapter. AJdsajdkasdlkl.
(All credit goes to Muchacha10 and ~NicWise)
(And CP for creating all of this in the first place)
