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Stealing Pulse

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This is a story about me. My life as I see it. I tell it in the first person and it is written like a diary entry, only more intimate. I don't hold anything back, so prepare yourself for the raw, uncensored, and compassionate story of what its like to be caught in-between living my life and running from it. I know what it's like to be in the shower, having the water cover the sound of your sobs.   I know what it's like to lay in bed sobbing and gripping your chest like there's nothing left.   I know what it's like to feel like there's no hope left to hold onto. To think you're all alone.   But I also know what it's like to realize you aren't.All Rights Reserved

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Diaries Of A Directioner by IWriteAnonymously

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My Downstairs Neighbor by PandaBabiiLuv

I sat on the edge of my cold bathtub holding a face towel in my left hand. All I could think about was 'Why me..' why did this have to happen to me..' I let the tears silently fall down my face. I felt the warmth of the tears trickle down my cheek and onto my hand. I took the now cool face towel that contained my blood and went over to rinse it out in the sink. I turned on the water to warm and rang the towel out a couple times until I had enough courage to look at my face in the mirror. 'It's not that bad this time. It's not that bad .' I squeezed my eyes shut before I opened them. What I saw next in the mirror brought the tears back to my eyes I was scared to leave till finally i got the courage to try. I was running down the flight if stairs till I bumped into someone. Their arms caught me and I felt secure and safe. Not the arms of the monster that once said he loves me and beat me to a pulp. I looked into the eyes of the man. When I heard him speak his voice was like and angel sent from heaven. My name is Madison Adams and this is my story about my Downstairs Neighbor.

WHY ME??? by WasiqarfatBhat

It is my first book..hope you like it...This is the story of life...It contains everything which i faced in my life..I tried to wrote the book many times but i always failed because of the pain felt during writing..Hope this time i will make it...

Release by FeelMyBreath

This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

I Know by Anakinraa

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Message Not delivered... by KaspyTheeGhost

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Wings of deceit by Rosalyn_2008

A tale of love not told in the light, but a tale told in the shadows. Of broken chains and bleeding hearts learning how to beat again. Once a slave, always a slave. It didn't matter how much you'd like to deny the fact; it wasn't possible. One couldn't outrun fate and time itself. No one was born free. So why did everyone seek freedom, despite knowing it was unobtainable? The reason was simple: because it hurt to live being chained. Building trust with a person who has known hell itself all their life wasn't bound to be easy or pretty. Hidden beneath the layers can hide the cruelest things. A past a person would want to forever bury. He wore a mask to survive. But what happens when someone sees through it? 'He was supposed to be a savior. Instead, he unearthed every buried scar that I swore no one would ever see.' For a moment he hated having his scars being unveiled. But after a while, he noticed that wasn't the case. ------------ This story explores themes of trauma, emotional healing, and much more sensitive themes. Reader discretion is advised. (If you read all this you can skip the part that says: "Part I: Unearthing buried scars.")

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Diaries Of A Directioner

I tried to end my life, i was alone. No one was here with me. I just wanted a friend. This is my diary, my only friend, the only thing that knows me inside and out. And this is my story.