Shall we share pain...?

Shall we share pain...?

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A emo 16 year old girl meets a friend who has almost same experience as her of pain but her friends personality is girly and bright while the emo girl's personality is dark and numb. Who knows how these will end up in their school life. Will they be together or find out their true sexuality? Will they end up together or just decide to be friends. Is their connection real or not, who will be the first one to confess? Will they find other people just like them? FIND OUT ON THE BOOK WHEN READING TH CHAPTERS!
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(Book 1) (Emo Boy and Nerdy Girl Series) (WARNING: Crude humor, suicidal, and/or violent scenes in this story. If you do not like or feel uncomfortable with those types of things, then please do not read.) (PG-13) (Completed.) ---------------- I'm not normal. She's not normal. This ill-fated relationship isn't neither. Our relationship is filled with regrets. Way too many to count. Many from me. Drugs, alcohol, pain, and–...Love. It's a shame that I just had to ruin it too many times. I feel as if it's my fault that I'm now imprisoned in my little world of darkness– Forever. It was my choice. Possibly the worst one I've made in my unfortunate life. I could only imagine what her's was like though– What type of hell I put her through this whole time we were together. I miss being alive sometimes– With the sunlight's warmth shining against my skin, and myself breathing, my heart beating. I no longer function the way I did whenever I was alive. I'm just stuck here in this little world of mine I call home now. While yet, she's an angel floating in the skies, I'm just an apparition that nobody notices. I'm becoming a psychopath it seems like... I'm sick of this world. I want to see you again, my Princess. Let me tell you the tale of the used-to-be–... Us. From both of our perspectives.

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