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See Through Me

JesslynBlackwell

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Reads 777
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Parts 8
Time 1h 28m

JesslynBlackwell

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Can anyone love me past this face? Can anyone desire me for anything more than this body? All I have is my music, and my art. I am highly praised and well known, but will my mother ever remember I exist? In this world that is drowning in material possessions, I swim alone. I have a night sky, a perpetual world full of what it truly means to be beautiful, yet I have no moon to light my way through the darkness. Suffocating words surround me, but will anyone ever truly steal my breath away. Somebody, anybody, please…please…see through me; and then she answers with, “I do.”All Rights Reserved

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Where the Skies are Blue by auronautic

Once upon a time, there was a boy with pink-dusted cheeks that waited for Skylar outside class every morning to walk her to her next one. Breathless laughter echoed in her room after he would climb in through her window every evening, eyes crinkled into crescent moons and cheeks bunched up with the force of his smile. Together, they would listen to music under the river of stars in the sky every night. Now Skylar is miserably grown up, the windows in her room stay firmly shut at all times, and the boy she wanted to share her music and her life with is now a planet outside her orbit.

Second Chances [Lesbian] by cicelygray

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Love Me Like You Do by aaradhana_adithya

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Session 32. by Just_Bre5

A psychological lesbian romance Rena POV I don't want to be here. I don't want to talk. And I damn sure don't want to sit across from a woman who looks at me like she's already under my skin. She's calm. Measured. Everything I'm supposed to be. But when she tells me to breathe, I forget how. When she says my name, I feel it in places I shouldn't. Simone POV She walks in like she's ready to fight me. But I've seen that look before-rage barely holding grief together. Rena doesn't trust anyone to hold her. So I won't ask her to. I'll wait. I'll listen. And when she finally cracks... I'll be right there to feel it. Some wounds don't want to be healed-they want to be touched.

Her by gennareads7878

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The Piano - by H.J (Chapters) © by authorHJ

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Bitter Sweet Desires (Girlxintersex) by Stories_fyp

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HER REPLACED GROOM by Narrativenest

"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

A Self-love Story by Kirsten_Sharp

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Where the Skies are Blue

Once upon a time, there was a boy with pink-dusted cheeks that waited for Skylar outside class every morning to walk her to her next one. Breathless laughter echoed in her room after he would climb in through her window every evening, eyes crinkled into crescent moons and cheeks bunched up with the force of his smile. Together, they would listen to music under the river of stars in the sky every night. Now Skylar is miserably grown up, the windows in her room stay firmly shut at all times, and the boy she wanted to share her music and her life with is now a planet outside her orbit.