Forgiveness And Other Things Take II
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Last published Tue, Feb 13, 2024
Just a journal that shall be full of random or hilarious shit I see on the daily, along with thoughts, problems, theories I have to get out of my head. Oh and artwork. Or raving about musicians...like BTS and Seventeen and Monsta X and Sleeping With Sirens and Black Veil Brides and 4K&C and Jordin Sparks and LeCrae and Jordan Feliz and TobyMac and whoever else I decide to speak about.
I had a journal once before that I was writing in my old account and I will transfer all of those entries to this one.
There will be several differences. This time I'll talk about what happened. I'll address the bullshit that still fucks me up to this day. As annoying as it is it needs to be done.
This is meant for me to feel better if people read it fine. If not fine too. I'm not looking for anyone to read and find inspiration or anything.
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when a woman with a dark past enlists the help of quite the dangerous group to ensure that her past stays in her past. a price is agreed upon, but when their boss gets wind of this agreement; he has another form of payment in mind. and their time together uncovers things that change the trajectory of her life completely. "... i just... i feel like i don't know who i am anymore..." "love, you can be whoever you want to be, as long as i get to call you mine." ~~~~~ DISCLAIMERS: - intended lowercase - purely fiction - bang chan in this story does not represent bang chan in real life - same goes for any other members of SKZ included in this story - all rights reserved; please do not copy my story, or translate without permission WARNINGS: - mature language and situations - suggestive language - sex scenes/sexual scenarios - use of weapons. knives/guns/bombs - somewhat detailed torture scenes - gore and violence - death and murder
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