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Etiquetasvie
Ici vous découvrez ma vision de tout et n'importe quoi vous pouvez même me demander des chose sur la vie genre une sorte de philosophie! Je
ne suis pas très bonne en orthographe je ferait attention ne vous inquiétez pas!
Donc ben c'est sa sa parlera de ma vie banale avec 7 petit frère hyperactif et de ma la seule fille avec ma mère de la famille. A petite info j'ai des parent séparé depuis mes 3 ans j'ais des petit problème de familiales avec mon père.... DONC BON SI TU VIEN LIRE VOUS POUVEZ CRITIQUER MAIS EN N'ETAIS GENTILS!
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Dream Journal and Analysis
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The Aeon of Dragons: A Tale of Epic Fantasy & Sci-fi
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(Under Rewrite) The Biohazard ( Male reader x DC Harem)
(Being rewritten) I do not own DC You had a good life, you lived it with your Parents and you loved them and they loved you. it was your fifth birthday when your meta powers kicked in. you had invited all your friends, family, it was going to be a ball. but fate didn't want that. As you blew out all the candles everyone started to cough and rech. One by one the fell and soon it was only you. You called the police and when they got there they fell dead too. It ended with Superman coming in and taking you out of the area. you were put into a glass box and you stayed there till your 18 birthday when you decided you had enough
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Ramblings of a drunken monkey
This biography of personal philosophy was started when I was inebriated, the middle bit was done when enlightened and the ending wrote itself. I've dipped in and out of this between life, work, parenting, writing a fiction novel or two, training and healing along the whole way. These are the words that come to me about, well, everything; the way the world works and indeed doesn't work in my eyes. Whether it will work in the end remains to be seen but indeed during the two years I've been writing this the world has changed, both for the better and the worse. Wars, murder, politics, religious hysteria and mass hate has been balanced by an increase in enlightenment, acceptance of alternative therapies and widespread use of 'mindfulness' and the will for peace. In this time societies have stretched to the limits of depravity and saintliness and I presume will eventually break or twang back to an uncomfortable medium. Whilst it has been horrible to watch at times I have to admit that these extremes are necessary for a population to understand how far it can and should go, like a small child who tests at being good and bad to see it's parents reactions before settling into a balanced middle ground. The question there is, what are the parents like? Well, as I see it, Dad's a bit of a devil and Mum's an angel so I'm sure the kid will turn out alright in the end.Concluida
Forgotten√
*Sequel to the book Shy for a wife* Being the first born of a wealthy mother is another thing and being the first born to a workaholic is different. Well, I'm that. My name is Ruqqayya Ahmad and i am 20 years. Since when I was small I have been different from my other siblings. That kind of excluded me since I wasn't in the package. Whenever I greeted someone the first thing they say is "it is indeed true, she is the exact replica of my father." It annoyed me so much because I don't know what he looked like. My mom, cleared everything of his to make us feel better especially her but it makes me feel worse. I studied architecture in Canada to feel better. I came back and I am going to get married to a guy who works under his father in an architectural company after she works for him as an assistant. I had to fight with my colleagues becauseof how they disliked me which made me loose hope in any chance we have. I resolced it after months working there. We fell in love and then got married. Later after screwing up in some events I later find out that I have a small quantity of my father's disease. Please tell me, what could possibly be worse than that?Concluida
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