The Cranes
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Before hand warning: strong language, mention of suicide, self harm, and many trigger warnings. Mature audience only. What, you think I'm gonna spoil? Cause your right. This story is about a young girl named Rosie who sees these cranes near her house by the water. The more she sees them, the more she wonders what it would be like to climb on one......and jump. picture taken by me story thought of by me All characters are fiction though the actual story may or may not be true. Some of it is, some of it isn't.
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My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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