The box is empty -N.C. Pappin
- LETTURE 57
- Voti 6
- Parti 7
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Ultima pubblicazione lun, ott 23, 2017
My box is empty. Add a coin or take one out. It will forever remain the same. It's just an empty box.
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Entra a far parte della più grande comunità di narrativa al mondoFatti consigliare le migliori storie da leggere, salva le tue preferite nella tua Biblioteca, commenta e vota per essere ancora più parte della comunità.
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Fix Me, I'm Broken
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NOT EDITED. 𝕊𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝 𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩.. 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚..Completa
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ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ ; ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ. ʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟᴇꜱ. ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʏ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ? ɴᴏ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ. ʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ?Completa
Sophomore Year Journal
It's kinda depressing. Sorry. It's my only outlet.Completa
My very random thoughts, that range from songs to mai struggles without WiFi to a snip it into mai life
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