Our Story

Our Story

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this story I guess I put up to somehow try and help the people who maybe has been struggling with the same things I did. depression and self harm have been a part of my life for a awhile now and i feel like maybe if people find some things I write related to them and they want to contect me and have a chat they are always welcom. this story is very triggering tho, read it only at your own risk. Its not really a story to be honest, I guess you'll just have to start read and see, it'll be short chaps that if someone would like me to make out of it an actually story i might. But as of now I just put these up, and anyone that wants to talk to me or needs support I'm here, always, don't be shy. I hope it helps some of you a little bit. love x
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CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

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