Stains Of My Past

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Time 1h 36m

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Bruises, cuts, stitches. They are all things that leave marks. Some, after time, fade away, never to be seen again. But they were still there. Even if you try to forget, to move on. They still existed.All Rights Reserved

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There were things that was never seen but leave marks in most darkest hours. Be careful who you trust because everything had their masks on. This is a story of honesty and trust, lies and death.

"Scars are those rare things that never go away. They may fade over time or become dull, but they never fully go away. They become one of those things that every time you look at them, the memories and pain that caused it all come back. People only associate them with pain. As much as it hurts me to say, you've become nothing but a scar to me."

Pain. It's all different for everyone. We all have our own tolerance, and our own versions of it to deal with. So if you consider it, my pain isn't all that important. I mean, people get raped every day right? And my rapist marking me as his, it's not so bad if you just ignore it. I mean, that's what I plan to do because how exactly can you protect everyone else if you're bawling in front of them? Nope, not me. I won't. I will trudge through and bare it as long as I can; I will protect the people I love. And maybe, hopefully, someone will be able to protect me. My name is Emma, and this, well this is my story.

The Beginning of a new life [EJ x Reader} (COMPLETED!!) by Marie_Singerman

You were running when you met someone, but you didn't know who because you were knocked out from the impact. Also You randomly get cuts & bruises, but you don't know how. no one does except your father.

Remember When || Liam Payne by SmileForNiallx

It's not the days that we remember, but it's the moments within those days that are ingrained in our minds. Those moments become treasures in a way. Anyone can walk away, anyone can leave, but the memories never will. They stay forever, the good and the bad. The painful and the cherished. Me? Oh, I don't have any memories, but someone else probably does. To someone else, I'm that person that walked away. I'm the one that left. The memories are still there though. Maybe not in my mind, but in theirs. The tragic part? I don't even know their name.

{Completed} When we got hurt as children, we went running to our parents, they would scold us and treat the wound until it was cured. As we became older, we realized that the wounds we showed our parents were the ones that healed quickly because some wounds never completely heal. Rather they remain as unpleasant scars that serve as constant reminder of the trauma we endured, the strength that we possess and the love we have left to give. -------------------------- #1 in saving #4 in assault Word count: 35000+ Cover credits to me🤍 Started: March 13th, 23 Published: May 9th, 23 xx

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Everyone has a story to tell. Everyone has pain they hide behind their eyes, bruises on their heart. Some are better than others at keeping those bruises hidden. But no matter how hard you try to keep everything hidden.. it's always bound to catch up with you sooner or later.

Childhood best friends, lovers at most, memories ripped from him. Will they find each other or will they live on without one another?

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What would you do if someone wanted to kill you? Make you suffer? I have my protectors to help me..... but nothing goes right. At the end, we all suffer the same way.

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