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When the moon disappears

MGA BUMASA 1,838
Mga Boto 506
Mga Parte 2
Oras 6m

MGA BUMASA 1,838
Mga Boto 506
Mga Parte 2
Oras 6m

Mature

ace depressionen glücklich leben liebe shay

Er war die Sonne und sie war der Mond. Ein perfektes Paar. Ein wunderschön widersprüchliches Paar. Sie waren dazu bestimmt, zusammen zu sein. 
Das Schicksal, sich für immer zu lieben.
Ihr einziges Problem war, dass Sonne und Mond niemals denselben Himmel teilen. 
Immer so nah, aber nie genug. 
Direkt nebeneinander, aber doch so fern.
Manchmal wenn er ging, erhaschte er einen Blick auf sie. 
Manchmal sah sie ihn, als sie eintrat. 
Aber es war nie genug. 
Nie bestimmt.
Nie Schicksal.
Niemals zusammen.

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ace depressionen glücklich leben liebe shay

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Jesse's Girl (COMPLETE) ni xHeatLifex

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Pessimistic [Completed] ni Neuro-Divided

Pico was running. From what, he wouldn't tell anyone. He wasn't even completly sure if he knew. Nevertheless, it was constant movement for years on end. He knew how to do things, and when to do them. One day he heard a commotion nearby. For once, he let his curiosity take charge and went to investigate. He met a young man with blue hair, and the two hit it off. Before he knew it, he was catching feelings. COVER ART IS MINE! I change my user often. I need to redraw it soon because I hate it. Warning: This is an Angst Story! Trigger Warnings in the first chapter. Book Birthday: March 16, 2021 Book Deathday: August 16, 2021 A few chapters aren't edited and are in the wrong pov, sorry. I dont have the motivation to fix them, but the story is otherwise completed. Anyways, enjoy!

Black Butler: The Phantomhive Secret ni no_gender_all_anime

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You don't know me ni You_Dont_Know_Me9374

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KIK•Phan AU ni amorousaffections

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A Taste Of Life ni _sincerelysammie

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Sure Thing ni winnieiswriting

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rose in the desert

I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5

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