Three Dozens Roses

Three Dozens Roses

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Chasing Cameron
Ils me disaient qu'il faudrait changer. Ils me disaient que j'étais quelqu'un à part, et que plus rien ne serait normal pour moi. Ils me disaient, qu'il m'offraient une seconde chance, pour tout recommencer. Ils me disaient aussi que si je foirais, c'était fini. Si je craquais, c'était fini. Enfermé pour toujours dans les murs d'un hopital. Ils me disaient que je devrais les contrôler, pour ma propre survie, et pour celle de ceux qui m'entourent. Selon eux, tout ce qui faisait partie de moi était mauvais, et se devait d'être caché. Selon eux, je n'étais rien d'autre qu'un malade mental, a qui ils donnaient une dernière chance de faire ses preuves. Un seul faux pas et bang. L'explosion. J'étais une grenade. Une bombe. Le compte à rebours avait commencé. A Cameron Dallas fanfiction.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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