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Time 1h 35m

" It was five years ago when I first saw him; he was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon. The perfect image of imperfection." My name is Stephen King; and I'm addicted.All Rights Reserved

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****ALL CREDIT TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER OF MY BOOK COVER**** The voices in my head tell me it's okay. They say I'm allowed to hurt myself. I'm allowed to create paintings on my skin with razor blades. These monsters in my head are my friends, not my enemies like people seem to think. I don't have a mental problem like my father seems to think. I'm not a freak like my brother thinks. And most importantly, I'm not dead. Why am I not dead? I deserve to die. I'm not worthy of the breath that fills my lungs. I should be dead. But I'm not. And there is only one reason why.

IN 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 i write, stories about your 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 five boys ©️𝗞1𝗟𝗟𝗨𝗔𝗦

~ An Outcast To Society ~ by KhairaKhai5

COVER ART NOT MINE!! "A young boy in second year used to be quite famous, life was great for him! Until.. a certain incident happened that caused him to be 𝘼𝙣 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙤 𝙎𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮." (THIS IS ABT MY OCS!!)

No More Daddy's Little Whore by ValaDation

Years ago, as strangers we sat on a bench in the park. We agreed on the beauty of the weather and I proudly, but lacking true confidence, told you of my aspirations to be a writer. You smiled whistfully and began to talk, fated to tell me the journey of your life prior to that moment. So many times throughout your reminiscings, in a sad voice you said, "but no one believed me." Through my tears and adminration for all you endured I vowed to give credence to your testimony. You smiled and nodded, your eyes pleading for successs, but also offering absolution because I had listened. Then you walked away. Forgive me for neglecting my role. I feared I wouldn't do you justice but, finally, here it is. I hope that you find it. I pray that it brings you the warmth of truth now that it's been exposed to the light.

Say Pretty Please [Camren] by DaydreaminDesperado

Three little words. Simple as that. *Converted* Fanfiction.net By: 12SilentAssassin23

***NOT MY STORY*** I do not own the rights to this story but it was so good I had to share. This story belongs to Hannah.

There's something very strange about the boy Imogen meets on a lonely park bench in the middle of the night. Maybe it's his bright blue eyes that observe everything. Or the fact that he would rather be at home than out at a party. Maybe the way he smiles at her as if she were something completely extraordinary. Or maybe it's the fact that she's the only person who can see him.

"Love, it never happens like you think it really should." ©IoIitas tw warning. *written a long time ago. writing HAS gotten better!*

They weren't supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it throws in a couple of new faces that bring you the utmost of joys in the most unlikeliest of places, and every now and then, you'll come across someone who changes you - someone who's genuine and wonderful and full of hope; someone who changes your perspective on the things that you had stored away in the cardboard box sitting in the dark corner of your closet, someone who opens up your eyes to new things; bright and beautiful things that you can't believe you hadn't seen before, someone who's iridescent. And once you meet them, nothing will ever compare.

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ALL CREDIT TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER OF MY BOOK COVER The voices in my head tell me it's okay. They say I'm allowed to hurt myself. I'm allowed to create paintings on my skin with razor blades. These monsters in my head are my friends, not my enemies like people seem to think. I don't have a mental problem like my father seems to think. I'm not a freak like my brother thinks. And most importantly, I'm not dead. Why am I not dead? I deserve to die. I'm not worthy of the breath that fills my lungs. I should be dead. But I'm not. And there is only one reason why.

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