Sorta Us , Kinda Me , All You

Sorta Us , Kinda Me , All You

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WpMetadataReadTerminé ven., sept. 4, 20159 m
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This is a book about the proms I write. They have no particular order to them. But they're mainly about love, heartbreak, kissing, and some are kinda freaky.. Actually a lot about kissing, haha. And a lot about heartbreak. -XOXO, priska_sirena • And you know it will probably never get better. When a year from now you think you're finally over them but then you're guys song comes on the radio or you happen to find their sweater while cleaning out your closet. And you're back to square one. Bawling your eyes out wondering when everything started to go wrong. You know they were no good for you. But yet a part of you can't help but still ache for them. So you look out at the moon hoping that they realize they missed out on good thing and come back to you. But they never come back ... Because no matter how hard you cry or how hard you wish or pray. They slipped away and already in love wit another -priska
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~Her words were my poison. I used them to consume myself. Disturbingly honest. Painfully strained. Carefully penned down. Dangerously addictive.~ A journal that landed in the right hands and told a whole story with words, no lips could speak. Two people bound by the pages of a book that tore their souls apart. He found it lying around and wondered what could go wrong. He didn't recognise the handwriting but he knew he instantly fell in love with it. Then it began. The assault of words on his life. He couldn't believe a word she wrote but somehow he did. He knew more about her than anyone else but he knew so little about who she was... It was maddening. How someone could have such an impact on you without having a single conversation with you. Her precious words tortured his existence, they drowned him in misery, created a black hole of words around him, gave him everything he needed to live. Made him fall in love. Gave him a world of his own. Made him believe in rainbows, unicorns, coffee, the basis of happiness, the meaning of every sunrise, the mystery of every deep ocean, she made him human. He knew he had to find her. He had to find out who she was. He had given him all the clues he needed but none of them were enough to prepare him for who she was. But sometimes... The journey is more important than the destination. Sometimes, the journey is the destination. A book full of stolen pages and a boy full of curiosity. This was how he let her shape his story. __________________ Description inside. Italics = Journal entry. 500 word chapters. Okay, so I don't know if you want to read it yet but it would mean the world to me if you could give it a shot.

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