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  • The Player's Game by CV_CoWrite
    CV_CoWrite
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    Raina West is a senior at MLK Highschool who plays volleyball while maintaining to play the hearts of her fellow student body. She is not classified as a hoe but has had her times with multiple boys. Alijah Johnson III plays all the girls at MLK Highschool but there is one girl that he has not had a turn with. Him and his friends believe she is the finest senior at MLK. He just wants to smash and pass, but knows its gonna be more complicated than that, seeing how she runs game.. But Raina wants to play him also.. But All Is Love In 'The Player's Game'
  • The Lyrics of Life by writing_each_day
    writing_each_day
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    Multiple stories based on song lyrics. Songs are written and sung by a variety of artists. Comment any suggestions. Do not copy these stories, please. Enjoy!
  • Troye Sivan | Bloom | lyrics by ellla_rose
    ellla_rose
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      Parts 10
    the official lyrics for Troye Sivan's sophomore studio album "Bloom" - 2018. [I do not own this material. All rights reserved to the artist.]
  • people i am obsessed with by sadsoulsmydear
    sadsoulsmydear
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      Parts 5
    yesh
  • Troye Sivan Songs Lyrics by viaAntonia
    viaAntonia
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      Reads 173
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      Parts 9
    These lyrics are all Troye's songs lyrics
  • Bixenman by thegoodsideoftroye
    thegoodsideoftroye
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      Parts 2
    end is sad beginning and middle are relationship goals and vv cute lol
  • Science & Religion first draft❌ by faisparlescieux
    faisparlescieux
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    His heart flutters underneath my palm. His lips, billowy and blue from my kisses. His hand held the pale yellowing daffodils on a pretty ribbon Pale blue, like his eyes, the palm of his outstretched hand He looks up at me, eyes like red wine My fingers touch his lips the upper, and then the nether His eyes close taking the curtain call I press my mouth to his Warm as the sunlight, warm body heat Beau, an anemic has lived his whole entire life in this town. It never changes. The leaves change the same colors. until Huxley, son of a famous cult leader from the other side of town arrives. Follow @Amaziahyvette Go Check her account ❤️