Chanel pronounced Shanel
Chanel stood up at the topest floor and gazed at the sky. She packed her hair roughly into a bun leaving shaby strangs hovering around her face and ear. She leaned up again then down, bending her head downwards. Chanel leaned up again and pulled out the 'Saint Peter' hoodie she wore.
"The sunset setting is abroptly and my therapy session is almost over and I've gained nothing yet! Fuck!" She screamed and dragged her hair forcefully and painfully. "What the fuck?! Ah !! For fucks sake can't I breathe?! Jesus can't I breathe? God-d! Where you at? You're in heaven? No! I don't think so! Make me believe! Make me believe - e! Ah fuck !" Chanel banged her head on the rail and sat down in the verenda. Her eyes were red and swollen by now
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FAITHFUL LIES
Roman d'amourA young negro who constantly is afflicted with the pressures that gives her doubt to her religion. She believes strongly in what they weren't seeing and hoped they would discover sometime again. She falls in love with her step brother and finds out...
