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I'm nothing special, just a lost case. I've let others down too many times.No one stays more than a few weeks. someone left because I wasn't good enough I guess. He went for my best friend. How does someone do that to someone else? But that's the past. this is now. I now have someone else to care for me. But he isn't what I want. I want the one that I let fall out my fingers tips. There's too much confusion to not cause pain. I smile at my friends so they think everything's alright. Too get rid of this confusion, I make myself feel better by pleasing others. Pleasure is my drug. And I think I'm addicted.
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Garden of Butterflies
Short StoryWe are all the same. Fears. Hopes. Dreams. We are butterflies. We can't see our beauty, but others can. We are the butterflies of the garden. The Garden of Butterflies. =^.^= WARNING: If you can not handle cursing and gore then please refrain from...
