*My Diary of Poems *
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sat, Jul 21, 2012
i am a young girl and plan on writting a long time. if i had more resources to go on longer or at all i would be fixing typos for you. i am sorry for my lack of work. i plan on increasing. dont judge me because i do not go on alot. i go to school and think of writting daily. our internet is terrible our brand new laptops are terrible. thee poems however are from my heart and the beginning of what i have written. i have many more and mondays is the day of week our family plans on doing work. i will dedicate poems to your family loved ones ect. jsut ask or tell me. more to come.
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"I fucking 𝘰𝘸𝘯 you." He hissed. "You own me in 𝘣𝘦𝘥 and not in reality!" I insisted on my words. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘹, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴. I hated the fact he did, I hated that he had full control over my soul, I hated the way he kissed me, I hated the way his hands felt nothing but damn right on my skin. I hated the verity of him owning every single ugly piece of me. His touch wasn't just filthy, his touch healed me, his touch has woken me up from the darkness I was brutally blindfolded to see and the past I had drowned with. And most importantly, I hated the fact I fell for him. 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘹ꨄ ༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༇༻༺༻༺༻ Hi loves! My second book is here and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I am announcing you to read at your own risk, this book is highly rated M+, and I suggest you to exit immediately if you feel any kind of uneasy towards my book. The mature chapters are characterized by this symbol ( • ) for a sexual content warning, and 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, please read at your own risk and 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 report my story. Furthermore I'd like to thank you and enjoy!
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