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Letters FU

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Chapitres 6
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LECTURES 8
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Chapitres 6
Durée 8m

dark evil harm letters meanthoughts mind

Sometimes there are just things you cannot say out loud.

Sometimes there are things that you  cannot speak of for fear of ruining your relationships.

Sometimes there are thoughts so vile, you question yourself how did you think of them then you realize it felt good to think of them.

Killing is never a good thing.

It's something you cannot go back from once you've started it.

We don't have the right to kill, but we have all the right to imagine.

Imagination is free. In your mind you can do everything.

But sometimes, you want those thoughts to come out. No matter how different they are from your true self.

But who really knows who you are?

You might really be the person your mind tells you to be.(CC) Attribution - Pas d’Utilisation Commerciale - Pas de Modification

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Some things once you've loved them, become yours forever... and if you try to let them go. They only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are... Or they destroy you.

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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

Fix Me, I'm Broken, écrit par Ana11e1y

Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED Â© 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Â®

Asphyxiate, écrit par FrozenKarma

Love is a strange thing, it can bring people together, tear them apart... But it can also be dangerous, people do strange things for love... This is the story of a boy who's perception of love cost him everything... The fires of love burned away his mind, and then everything he cared about... WARNING! Includes: Self harm Violence Murder Swearing

Playing With Knives- LoZ, écrit par dis_cat_ded

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They say love is meant to set you free. it is a fairy tale a dream But what if it traps you instead? he wasn't supposed to be in my life. He wasn't supposed to know my fears, my pain... or the danger I walked into. But he did. Now, those who tried to hurt me are the ones begging for mercy. And Him? He just smiles and says, "You're mine, now. No one can hurt you-just tell me, and I'll take care of it." I should run. I should be scared. But instead, I feel safe in the arms of the boy who is a pshyco, who killed people for me, who shouldn't have found me. This isn't love. This is obsession. And yet... I don't want to escape Love isn't supposed to be this intense, this dangerous. But with him, I feel safe. And trapped. So tell me... is this love? Or a beautiful curse?.

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