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Strokes by PepperPoet
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ǁ Oh, but these are just words...
POSTED ー j.r by CHAEGGUK
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\ˈpōst\ ー completed " keep quiet, my love. they don't have to know. " jimin thought she looked even more beautiful in real life. - 3RD PLACE 'ROSÉ' BTSBP AWARDS WINNER © CHAEGGUK [aesthethot]
Whiteout by cruise-ing
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PREV ; BECAUSE OF YOU She's a victim. He's her kidnapper. And she's taken away from everything she's ever known and loved. BE WARNED - this isn't your average kidnapping story. + (not worth reading at all, i don't know what my 15 year old self was thinking writing this tbh, it continues to be up for me to reminisce) #31 ; mystery / thriller (29/12) cover by @errantce + © cruise-ing 2016 all rights reserved
Slut || ✓ by Authoritative
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About a girl Whose heart got broken One-too-many times By boys who never saw her worth #thepeopleofsociety #youngadult #stopslutshaming [#30 in short story 6/5/16] © Charlotte Noir This was written when I was sixteen. Read at your own risk.
Prude by Authoritative
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She just wears it as worship to the god she is faithful to She wants to wait til her marriage night, is that so wrong? Why must her friends tease her for not wanting to have sex like them? He doesn't want his friends to know he doesn't want to have sex with just anyone; that isn't 'manly', right?
Society Killed The Teenager by Mariaalarcon12
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"I've always had this feeling that I wouldn't live to see past 30. Life has always been hard for me and I know that one day, it'll kill me." I put down my pen and slash my wrists, painting the paper a beautiful red. I look at the note and tuck it in a book for safe keeping. I look down at my thighs and see the words "die" and "you won't be missed" etched in to my skin, glowing in the lamp light. I reach for the Advil on my desktop and open the bottle, throwing my head back and gulping down as many as my throat would allow. I sigh and stumble to my bed, a wicked smile on my face and an excited feeling in my stomach. Awaiting death makes me feel alive.