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TEARS

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Tears - A Story of Strength and Sorrow

They call it weakness. They say I should be stronger. But they don't see the battle I fight every day.

The pain. The silence. The weight of unspoken words.

If tears mean breaking, then why am I still standing?All Rights Reserved

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Happy Endings by Magnolia_Abernathy

"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

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Behind These Walls by mashange13

I looked at him fear soon enveloping me. My heart starts pounding, my palms become sweaty, I feel my face lose its colour as I become pale. I beg him to stop, I cry out in vain. I slowly feel my soul leave my body as I watch him take my innocence. I then become numb. "Ahhh... That was a good one." He says dropping his sweaty body on top of me.

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Why don't you get it? I can never be good for you! I am worthless" I said trying to hold in my tears. There was no way he was going to see me cry. "They are beautiful to me. I don't see a single reason why you should hate them" he said moving his wheel chair closer to where I stood. "This" he said bringing my hand where I had some faint scars and kissing them. "Would always be a story to me of how you survived." He looked at me. There were no lies in them, just his pure truth. "I love you Aren" he said. For the first time since anyone said that to me, I believed it.

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Beautiful Trauma by Yoonworks

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Beautifully Broken by shengiemoira

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