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My names Ashley amora and I've been on my own for the past 16 years dodging family services. I've been living in the streets of NY since I was 8 mom's told me she'd be right back. I waited and waited for her return until one day I just stopped waiting as i did w.e I had to do to stay alive  I've seen and done allot of things that as almost tooken my life  just to keep food and clothing on my back because no one's gonna do for me what I do for my self is what 5 the hard way. 

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Breaking free (GxG) by worldchange97

My name is Brooklyn Robert. I'm 17, head cheerleader since my freshman year, I have fair grades and people always compliment me on my looks even though I see myself as completely ordinary. I have to admit that my life includes indeniable advantages. My mother, Laurence Robert - pronounced in French s'il vous plaît - is a worldwide renowned fashion designer, meaning that I have quite a lot of pocket money along with a huge property to my disposal. For a teenager who just gets started in life, those assets may lead one to believe that I have all the tools to be happy and successful. But I'm not. I reached the bottom so fast and so hard that I couldn't see a way out. I was trapped in a dark hole with no issue. I was so tired that my only desire was to end it. I wanted it so bad that I swallowed two bottles of sleeping pills and I let myself be taken away by that haunting darkness. But it didn't work. I'm still here, alive and ready to die. #1 sexualorientation #2 suffering #11 girlxgirl __________________________ [Explicit content. May be triggering (rape, suicidal thoughts, sexual assault, violence, revenge porn...). Please take care of yourselves.]

Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy by Winchesters_united

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

How to catch a cheater by blu-water

Seeing your partner the one you love and they're fucking another. Having them embarrass you while your being faithful. Pain. That's all you feel is pain and heartbreak. Well, catching a cheater will make my pain go away. ••• "I don't know what's worse; that you cheated on me, or that you cheated on me with a really ugly woman." "Babe I'm sorry I didn't mean to do it." "You knew what you were doing and you knew it would hurt me, but somehow that still didn't stop you!" ••• Revenge is such a sweet bitch!!

Her Breaking Point by AuthorOliviaGrace

He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

Ungodly Hour | d.e. by lisha-stories

Success doesn't equate happiness. I've had to learn that the hard way over the years. With every disappointment, every let down, every heartbreak, my solution was to just achieve something. Gain a new award, a higher accolade, a bigger position. The distractions only work temporarily, but once it dies down you realize that you're left with just you. You realize that you're still alone, still a failure in other aspects of life, and still hiding from the past. My name is Brynn. I got married at nineteen to my college sweetheart, and at the age of twenty four I found myself packing up and leaving him in the middle of the night. During that ungodly hour is when everything starts to hit you, when everything begins to resurface. My husband never attempted to come after me, never even attempted to reach out to me. Yet I still find myself going to sleep with him on my mind. I can still feel his touch if I dream hard enough. I still find myself keeping up with his social media, following his life from a distance. Only in that ungodly hour do I let my fantasies roam free and allow myself to miss him. I allow myself to still love him, still care for him. As long as I know that once morning hits it's back to business, back to being distracted, and back to being alone.

Ten Twenty-Six by gxhbee

"Why didn't you come back?" He asked, stopping to hold her shoulders. She furrowed her eyebrows together, looking away from him to look at the ground. "I needed to go home. I needed to heal." "Exactly," He smiled softly, "If they can't understand what happened did to you-" She looked back to him, hugging her arms around herself. "-Then they don't deserve you at all." - - sequel to seven twenty-eight ! please go back & read that, if you haven't -tw ! themes of suicide and drug abuse -prewritten (2020)

The Monster In My Town(Andley)#wattys2017 by Luna2kiss

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The virgin Stripper by chloebug24

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Three Times A Victim: Living Under the Shadow of Toxic Shame by BruceWhealton

In Three Times a Victim: Living Under the Shadow of Toxic Shame, the author shares a deeply personal and harrowing journey through layers of injustice-first as a victim of a traumatic assault, then as the accused in a cruel reversal of truth, and finally as a casualty of a justice system riddled with gender bias and systemic failure. With raw honesty and emotional depth, this memoir delves into the profound psychological impact of being disbelieved, shamed, and ultimately betrayed by those entrusted to uphold justice. It explores how pre-existing wounds of childhood abuse, emotional deprivation, and toxic shame collided with the crushing weight of false accusations-leaving scars that persist in personal and professional life. Through vivid storytelling, the author examines the societal biases that too often dismiss male victims, the emotional toll of battling for truth in a world unwilling to listen, and the ongoing struggle to reclaim dignity and identity in the face of relentless self-doubt and despair. Despite the darkness, Three Times a Victim is also a testament to resilience, offering an unflinching look at survival, self-acceptance, and the pursuit of healing. This memoir is a must-read for anyone who has ever faced injustice, battled with feelings of shame and isolation, or sought to understand the devastating consequences of a system that too often punishes the innocent. It is a powerful call to challenge societal perceptions, advocate for fairness, and shine a light on the silent struggles that persist long after the case is closed.

𝙸 𝚆𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 by SweetInnocence06

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Breaking free (GxG)

My name is Brooklyn Robert. I'm 17, head cheerleader since my freshman year, I have fair grades and people always compliment me on my looks even though I see myself as completely ordinary. I have to admit that my life includes indeniable advantages. My mother, Laurence Robert - pronounced in French s'il vous plaît - is a worldwide renowned fashion designer, meaning that I have quite a lot of pocket money along with a huge property to my disposal. For a teenager who just gets started in life, those assets may lead one to believe that I have all the tools to be happy and successful. But I'm not. I reached the bottom so fast and so hard that I couldn't see a way out. I was trapped in a dark hole with no issue. I was so tired that my only desire was to end it. I wanted it so bad that I swallowed two bottles of sleeping pills and I let myself be taken away by that haunting darkness. But it didn't work. I'm still here, alive and ready to die. #1 sexualorientation #2 suffering #11 girlxgirl __________________________ [Explicit content. May be triggering (rape, suicidal thoughts, sexual assault, violence, revenge porn...). Please take care of yourselves.]