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this is just some personal ventilation or uh something, you don't need to read this but i decided to publish this because i don't know i can do whatever i want also excuse jt grammar and language thanksd

This is my very first story 🙂 Raw, honest, and straight from the heart. The details might not be perfect and the characters might be a little messy . It's a journey of identity, love, and navigating chaos with unexpected twists that even I didn't see coming. So... buckle up. It's going to be bumpy, but worth it. I promise. Your reads, votes and comments mean the world to me Plus I'm very open to corrections and new ideas. Please Tell me what you think when you're done reading each chapter

I was fuming when I wrote this. A teacher had told me that losing a sibling was like your dog dying or you boyfriend braking up with you... She said that it hurts now but you will get over it. It's been 10 years now and I haven't forgot and it still hurts. So I wrote this to express my emotion on the subject. It's a little harsh I think but.... I think it's good. Published: July 8, 2012

punished.

The strings feel heavy on my body making it uncomfortably visible that I'm just a puppet controlled by a puppeteer. What if I want to cut these strings to my creator, is it even possible, to be the puppeteer for a chance to deceive, or will I be led back to my strings. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll do what I must even if I expose the broken skeletons in my closet, to make the biggest mistake ever, mingling with the enemy.

we all have problems in our lives. but the only problem is that our problems seems like problems to us, while to others - we are just having issues, that will go away. but do they go away? how do we feel? only we feel, the issues, that's another problem.

Idk. I just like Pressure :/

He was hired. He slipped up. She fell in love. Or did she? "You will distract her. Then you will kill her." The boss said. "Yes sir" I replied. No strings attached. Right? **** a/n idk.

Aphmau is the lord of Phoenix drop with her sons Levin and Malachi who are turning 15 she still has no memory but a mysterious tattoo is on her arm and she uncovers her past which isn't the best but HE uncovers it all...

See through the eyes of the killer himself. Loosely tied to Prey(2017)

A poem of the time I was in the hospital, facing the eyes of death known as the doctor.

Just some silly little songs i write because I'm a goober 🤗

Wow... I don't know what to put here. I guess this is a "book" about my thoughts? (not really though. If it were about my thoughts, it would be waaaayyy too weird.) It's really just a book about some thimgs I realllllly wish I could say to certain people in my life.

Those teenagers who sit in their rooms, crying themselves to sleep, with anxiety and depression. Were once the current children, Who have light in their eyes, And hopes in their heart. The girl in my story is me. This is me, my life, the real me. The girl that everyone thinks she's happy. The one who's "just tired" Yes i am tired, but it's the kind of tired sleep can't fix. If you look into my eyes you will see the pain and all the tears i try to mask with a smile. Every thought is a battle Every breath is a war And i don't think i'm winning anymore.. Please don't feel bad if one day you wake to find out i didn't. It's not about staying strong anymore It's about trying to stay alive. But here i am still alive because i don't have the guts to kill myself. Don't forget everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. I'm fighting depression.

basically, I list off things that you might know or might not know depending on who you are. (They're mostly about me)

Lies, Lies and more Lies. Follow Rachel Greenwaters on a rollercoaster ride that she calls life.

Every one thinks they know me but they don't.

You know me? They say they know me, Funny. They only know what I chose to tell them or what they see. They don't see what happens behind closed doors. Behind the walls of my bedroom. Behind my smile, Are deepest secrets. Secrets deeper than the scars that haunt my arms. But they know me Sure they do...