Things I Couldn't Say

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Parts 13
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Reads 167
Votes 5
Parts 13
Time 37m

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This is a piece of me and all the things I wished I was able to say in this real world, the universe, and everything in between.


Cover Artwork by: Muhammed SalahAll Rights Reserved

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I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

Why. Why does this have to happen to me? Why do I have to suffer? Why is every day of my life torture? Why do I have to be so alone? Cover art by the fabulous @Alyssa_Evangeline

I'm left with colors, feelings I can't even explain. I can only sit back, let it all flow, and be quiet

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I had friends, I had a family, I had everything, But I lost it all, Because of her... ~Eliza I have friends, I have a family, I have everything, But I'm lost, Because I need her... ~Jackson (The beautiful cover is done by @Gabbys)

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Felix's past still haunts him. After the events that happened almost 10 years ago, He finally decided to talk it through with someone. Someone that could help with the painful memories. Someone that knew what they're talking about. Because even if time had passed, he still was unable to forget him. He still couldn't forget his eyes, his body... his tattoos... He still couldn't forget how rumors can ruin fucking everything. [WARNING] This story has mature content such as: acts of violence, obsessive tendencies, sexual encounters, and explicit language. Reader discretion is advised. I don't own any rights to the cover's photo.

Beneath The Surface

I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

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