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Personal Security by iwannabriel
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«Υποτίθεται με προστατεύεις κύριε» χαμογέλασα δαγκώνοντας το κάτω χείλος μου. «Για την ακρίβεια..» ακούμπησε το δάχτυλό του στο πιγούνι του και κοίταξε ψηλά, ύστερα ξανά εμένα. «Προστατεύω το σώμα σου, οπότε..» είπε αργά ενώ κατέβαζε αργά με τον δείκτη του την τιράντα του σουτιέν μου, «σου υπόσχομαι πως θα προσέξω να γεμίσεις ηδονή».
Remember to Forget by _smilelikeniall
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"Why do you like the rain so much?" "It reminds me that I'm still alive." (Luke Hemmings Fanfiction) Copyright to Ashley Royer. All things written by Ashley Royer unless otherwise stated. Not affiliated with 5 Seconds of Summer or any other characters mentioned. THIS IS NOT THE FULL BOOK. The full book is published with changed names and can be bought wherever books are sold. AVAILABLE NOW WHEREVER BOOKS ARE SOLD. The published version has added chapters and everything has been edited.
"What's depression like?" He asked. by EnergyAddicts
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I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.
The Angel's Guardian by TrueTrencher101
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My father once told me that Death wasn't something to be feared - that it wasn't some skeleton in a hooded cape stealing you away from your friends and family. He taught me that Death comes to us in the form of our strongest memory, whether it be a fond one, or one we always kept stored in the back of our minds for a reason. I didn't believe him when he told me all of this. Yet, as I'm lying on this hospital bed, I can see pictures - flashes of the parts of my life I thought were long forgotten, and the parts I never wanted to forget... Jax Frazer's past was not a happy one. His dad died when he was young and he was abused for years after that - and has the scars to prove it. Eventually he was abandoned and his aunt took him in. But the only thing he could remember was pain, so he turned to cutting for a false sense of security. But when he found out that he had a few months to live at best he had to give up all of that. It's been years since that diagnosis, and he's devoted what time he has left - no matter how short - to helping others who grew up like he did. All he ever wanted was to continue what his father started, and be forgotten. But all of his plans change when he meets Shay.