HALL OF FAME?✌️
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NOTHING TO SOMETHING (MATEO BOWLES) oleh Naberrie_Skywalker
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So when the tasks and trials, They seem to get you down. And all your friends and loved ones, Are nowhere to be found. Remember there's a friend named Jesus, Who will wipe those tears away. And if your heart is broken, Just life your hands and say "I KNOW THAT I CAN MAKE IT. I KNOW THAT I CAN STAND. NO MATTER WHAT MAY COME MY WAY. MY LIFE IS IN YOUR HANDS" ~Based on Krik Franklin's My life is in your hands. ~*~ When you are down to nothing GOD is up to something ~*~ Started: April 4, 2017 Finished: Edited: July 20, 2018
MY MASTER (AYLEO BOWLES)...Shared account oleh Naberrie_Skywalker
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"I fvck chu Body. Mind. And soul", he says, caressing ma right cheek. I look down staring at the blank floor not knowing how to respond to that. "My lil bitch. Your mines now. GOT THAT!!!", he slaps ma ass cheeks hard while sucking on ma neck. Disgusting. He leans in, whispers and touches ma kitty, " Tf chu supposed to say", he pushes three fingers in at once. And he got his damn rings on each hand. "YES DADDY!!!!", I whimper. " Good doll Tay Tay. My lil sex doll", he says huskily, dropping me, leaving me in ma own puddle of blood. I'm sumerella and this is ma story. On my Highway to HELL ~~~~~ Requested by @shesdifficult Updates on my bio. 20/7/17 ~made.
YIN AND YANG (WEREWOLF) ~Remaking oleh Naberrie_Skywalker
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We are not meant to be perfect. We are meant to be whole Started: December 29, 2017 Finished: Edited: July 20, 2018
THE PURGE [MATEO BOWLES X (Y/N)] oleh Naberrie_Skywalker
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Slavery never ended, it is just paused waiting for the remote to play it again. The button 'play' is pressed on the remote and Slavery plays once again. Slavery of the old multiplies seventy seven times to form the new. "Momma please don't let them take me", I scream as the white men pulls me away from my mother. "Be strong my dearest. Protect your sister, know that the Lord watches over you both. I love you dearest", my mother replies while tears roll down her cheeks. " But momma, ion wanna leave. Ion wanna go. Momma I lo--" I see my mother in tears, before I finish, my sister and I are thrown in the back sit of a range rover. Only to be separated a while later. That is the last time I saw any of my family. Y'all that's MODERN SLAVERY