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capsized~ means an overturn in the water

I don't hold grudges, I simply remember facts. The fact is, is that nobody has ever had my back like I have my back. Nobody can take care of me the way I can take care of myself that is until he demanded otherwise. 

To think it all started at a cookout parking lot... I was minding my own business until he decided to give me a ticket for parking in a ' no parking zone'.  Frankly I think he did it to be funny. All because I said no when he asked to take a picture with my motorcycle. No one touches my motorcycle. He got salty and gave me a ticket.. how was I suppose to know he was a cop. 
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" can I help you? " 

" yea. actually... by moving your bike. "

" Mhm.. yea I change my mind...I'm not in the helping mood anymore. "

" Fine.. then you can take a ticket. Or we can go down to the station. "

" I'll take the ticket... I don't listen to Life-sucking,  Energy-draining, negative bags of annoying hell like yourself. " 

" hmm.. ya got guts... ticket it is.. " 

" yea... just chuck it in the fuck it bucket and move on Mr. cop. "

" people like you is why people like me became ' life- sucking, Energy-draining, negative bags of annoying hell.. " 

" nah.. fuck you. " 

" likewise.. "All Rights Reserved

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TWO DRUNK F_CKS by catherinethewilliams

Any party I go to, the plan has always been the same thing. Drink, get high, dance, make my friends stop me from doing something crazy like stripping in public, the list goes on. With my rusty red hair, I easily made the creatures with dicks flock all over me like I was their mama duck. In that area, there were three Fs I followed strictly by. Flirt. Fuck. Flee. Simple. Despite my friends never hesitated to name me an alcoholic, I made sure not to drink too much so that the moment dawn reached, I was gone. So they wouldn't have the opportunity to either want more, or beat me into leaving first. I cringed at the first one, and was terrified of the second. I hated being left alone so I did it to others. So tell me how on earth in all my twenty-seven years of being on this earth, I woke up with a stranger in my car? The little dimple faced dude from last night's gender reveal party was in here, by my side, and was... AWAKE. With the most disturbingly cynical smile I had ever laid my eyes on. What the hell? And guess what was the first thing he said to me. "Who knew noble-births liked fucking in a parking lot? Nice tits by the way." SLAP! I found my palm on his stunned cheek.

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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

Feel ---- Suicidal Todoroki x Bakugo ---- [BOOK 2] by wasteofspace4150

***READ 'NUMB' FIRST (ON MY PROFILE)*** Damn it Todoroki What the fuck did you do? Why the fuck did you do this to me? Why the fuck didn't you come back? You knew I never meant to hurt you I know You know that And yet You haven't come back It's been nearly a week I can't I can't handle this My intentions at the start were to help you And then part ways with you To focus on my career But I got attached And now I never want you to leave "I knew this would happen." I muttered angrily, grunting in pain as I kept punching. "I knew as soon as you got better." My eyes teared up a bit, but I convinced myself it was anger. "You wouldn't need me anymore." I said through grinding teeth. "And now you don't need me anymore." I hit it again, and a sharp, burning pain shot up my arm. I stumbled back and yelled in pain. I sat on the ground and stared at the floor, crying and grinding my teeth. You always hated when I'd push myself too much And even after everything No matter how hard I try I'm still a failure I always fail in the end I always fall short It's never enough Nothing I ever do Is enough to come out on top It used to be easy I was just naturally good Comfortable at the top And now I'm struggling just to stay in the running I stood up and walked to the locker room, slamming the door open and closed. I stood in front of the mirror with my hands on both sides of the sink, staring at my reflection. I was a mess. My eyes were red from my tears and my expression was exhausted and distressed. My face was tear-stained and I was light headed. Just completely out of it. I had bags under my eyes from stress filled days and sleepless nights, an obvious lack of rest. No wonder Aizawa confronted me I look like hell I feel like hell Fuck This is hell

Her Breaking Point by AuthorOliviaGrace

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The Druglord's nerd by toxic_girl2002

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Criminal Minds Series Rewrite: Season Five by queenofdeansbooty

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Can You Remember? (Sequel to Can You Keep A Secret?) by fleetwoodmacca

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TWO DRUNK F_CKS

Any party I go to, the plan has always been the same thing. Drink, get high, dance, make my friends stop me from doing something crazy like stripping in public, the list goes on. With my rusty red hair, I easily made the creatures with dicks flock all over me like I was their mama duck. In that area, there were three Fs I followed strictly by. Flirt. Fuck. Flee. Simple. Despite my friends never hesitated to name me an alcoholic, I made sure not to drink too much so that the moment dawn reached, I was gone. So they wouldn't have the opportunity to either want more, or beat me into leaving first. I cringed at the first one, and was terrified of the second. I hated being left alone so I did it to others. So tell me how on earth in all my twenty-seven years of being on this earth, I woke up with a stranger in my car? The little dimple faced dude from last night's gender reveal party was in here, by my side, and was... AWAKE. With the most disturbingly cynical smile I had ever laid my eyes on. What the hell? And guess what was the first thing he said to me. "Who knew noble-births liked fucking in a parking lot? Nice tits by the way." SLAP! I found my palm on his stunned cheek.