my public diary

my public diary

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poetry ive been waiting to write but didn't know where to start this is about me trying to heal from being cheated on by the first guy i trusted and let into my life and about my life with my family friends and who i've met while in this dark place in my life (TW) SH, suicidal things, and more please don't read if it could trigger you i will put a TW in the titles of one's that have it ! i made this hoping people could relate and understand where i'm coming from if anyone needs help please reach out to someone if you need to talk leave your socials in the comments and i'll add you i'm here for anyone who needs it if you have any questions or advice please tell me! thank you for reading !!
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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