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'I gave you my heart. you tore it apart and threw it away. You ungrateful bitch'
My pain in words through stories
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My short stories
I wrote some short stories out of enjoyment. None are connected in any way. Some are dark, others have suicidal actions and thoughts, a few deal with "break-ups".Terminé
Close but still apart.
Two childhood friends, who kept getting close year by year. Eventually one fall in love, but life didn't supported them and they fall apart. The love was lost somewhere with the friendship. Will life give them another chance ? Will they find each other and fall in love all over again ?Terminé
Pens, pencils and poems
Just my poems maybe song lyrics. And everyone reading this is beautiful in their own way. If you ever need someone to listen to your story and/or your problems I am here for you. If you want I can dedicate a poem to you or I can write one about your story without others knowing it's yours. There's someone out there who loves you. <3Terminé
The Feeling Underneath
"The stars are infinite. And all I've ever wanted was an infinite." ______________ All I knew was pain. Pain was I, and I was pain. We shared each other, mind and body. Me and pain were made for each other like puzzle pieces, and that sickened me. I loved pain, I hated pain. I loved bringing the knife to my wrist, but I hated the ache in my chest, like drowning. There was nothing I sought more than my own self destruction. And here, amongst the stars, skies, and cliffs, I'd find what I sought. I'd make it mine. I'd become infinite. WARNING: this story contains abuse, self harm, and suicide. Do not read if these topics can trigger something within you. Please, know your limits.Terminé
Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)
Why I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.Terminé
Letting him Go (short story)
[Completed] "Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." A short story of how two brokenhearted people found each other. 2018Terminé
A collection of heart wrenching short stories based on true emotions and feelings, not events.
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