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Its not all ways peaches and cream people get hurt lives and familys are torin ! come along for this sexual ride of love hurt and pain **SOME PARTS ARE RATED R **

It's been 1 month 1 week and 3 days since he left us, and I still haven't found it in me to read his parting words. Instead, I've found other ways of occupying myself. Other ways like going through his things. Watching old videos of us stored in his computer. Wearing his old band t-shirts to sleep. If I could just go back, if I could just let him know how much I love him, comfort him, let him know I was there, let him know that I was never going to leave, maybe things would be different. But I can't, and it's not. They say love is beautiful. They say love is careful. They say love is blind. But if you ask me love is the opposite. Love is beautifully depressing, carefully numbing, and blind fully overruling. And now, all I have left is this bitter taste in my mouth and this heartbreaking pain in my chest. My love was hurtful His love was long lasting But together, our love was BITTER.

My name is Taliyah. I’m 14 years old. I live a horrible life filled with tons of pain. My mother died when I was 10 years old. Since then Marcus, My Dad, has been on drugs. He is now a boss of a gang. Men pay him money just so they can rape me, and he lets them. Sometimes when my friends are around they get raped too. They threatened if we tell someone, they’ll kill us. I stay away from home as much as I can. At school me and my 3 friends are bullied by almost everyone, but mostly by these 4 boys named Ray Ray Prodigy, Roc Royal, and Princeton. Everyday we wonder, Why Us? What did we do to deserve a horrible life? Did we do something wrong? We want someone to answer those questions, but we know no one can but God. Everyday it seems like it gets worser instead of better. Sometimes we even think about killing ourselves, but we don’t. Will anyone miss us? We don’t think so, but we stay alive for each other. That’s the reason we wake up every morning knowing that we have each other. This story is also on Miss Literati. www.missliterati.com/stories/4fb86f37721fb24cc201a66b

the name is katrina lashntie lopez my life is full of bullshit and i cant stand my moms so called husband devin he rapes me and abuse me so dose my mom she only dose it when she is drunk and its really all the time ughh why did the good times have to disappear so fast I HATE MY LIFE!!!!!

Moving to a perfoming arts boarding school, was my dream. Now that I've achieved it, my goal isn't be distracted by the other talents in the shool. But me being born in September my weakness is a blissful moment, when the school player makes a move on the new girl with nothing but romantic and cheesy lines. Will I survive?

Roc and Claire have been dating for amlost 3years hopefully they keep going on if Claire doesn't die from having an unknown cancer wat will happen?

Bet You Thought This Wouldve Been Another MB Love Story ?HA, You Thought Wrong . We ƒυ¢к Em Then Duck Em.Dog Em && Rob Em .Make Them Think We Love Them . But We Really Dont. We Only Love The CA$H ;) . .At Least That Was The Plan, Will They Find Love Along The Way ? RATED R; A ѕєχ Scene In Probably Every Chapter .The Title Says It All . ηιggαѕ . Getting . Played