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As kids we love superheroes As we grow we understood villains __________________________________________________ He ones was an innocent child who lost everything now an murder killing thousands What happens when the killer is the right one in the games of wrong and right The four of them got into to a mess to end it but what happens when it got more twisted Friendship or love ? Or the gun .

Everyone think the know me. They think my smile is real but there wrong. They think I'm just confused.Or I'm just going through a faze. But do they know Im just fucked up?

I am a trans man that is pre everything. I feel as though I do not belong in this world. I write to get out of my head. I feel like I am my own worst enemy.

just some stuff I feel like posting

This is the fucked up, real story of Yung_Vooorheas

> Brooklyn's life isn't simple - it's layered. One minute she's stuck babysitting her emotions in a loud house with three sisters and a pile of rules she didn't write, the next she's trying to ignore Drew - the boy who somehow always knows exactly how to get under her skin... or into her thoughts. School is dramatic. Home is louder. And love? That's where things get dangerously complicated. Brooklyn never asked for her life to feel like a full-blown Wattpad novel - it just sort of happened. Friendships shift, secrets break, and feelings don't come with a warning label. But through it all, one thing's clear: growing up isn't cute - it's chaos.

On the outside I'm quite, on the inside, let's just say that's the reason I should be in an asylum. I'm a dangerous depressed person. I welcome you to my everyday hell.

Here are poems I wrote when I was rping on quotev and after that . I am no longer on there whoops I hope you like my poems

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