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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Jul 19, 2019<5 mins
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alone ( solo) un sentimiento que aunque mas lo evites siempre esta presente , es aquello que por mas que lo evadas siempre llega a ti y aunque siempre encuentres con que llenar ese sentimiento sabes que es algo que esta latente en ti alone es una pequeña historia live sobre mi David un joven de 16 años el cual no me considero nada especial mejor dicho bastante común ps nunca me eh considerado alguien sobresaliente aunque siempre me esfuerzo por salir de la monotonía de la sociedad, ser mejor mejorar en cada pequeño sentido y controlar aquel demonio ( sentimiento) que carcome mi ser el cual es la soledad
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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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