Julliet's Star
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  • Parts 1
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Oct 23, 2012
Julliet is battling her dad, her school and the recent loss of her mother. Shes ultimately alone... except for one guy. Her dad refuses to let her see him, which leads to more hatred between the two. Being the reason your moms dead is hard, but everyone hating you for it makes it harder. Will she get through it? will she end up with This mysterious boy? Read to find out. Lets hope the stars will trully guide her to triumph.
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The Death Of Me

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A girl has her problems, no matter what happens. There will always be a biological problem with a girl, even if she denies the problem’s existence. She will have your days whenever she is down. Her problems... killing her soul little by little. But she doesn’t always want the death to be apart of her. As she fights her depression, the numbers of scars rising and the blood being lost, Ever-Grace finds herself losing herself. With the departure of her friends companionship and her boyfriend’s love, will she ever be the same ever again? Will she ever be in love with herself like she used to be? With sanity ever be apart of her everyday life like it used to be? Will it come so easily like it once was...? Will anything ever be the same like it used to be or will it ever not? There are so many questions to be answered but nothing that the tendency of being answered. As time passes by with all the stupid emotion, she loses herself. She loses the love for herself that might never return. Or will it? Nothing is guaranteed. Not even the death of me.