Untitled-Something about life
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This is a story. Well actually this is life. Real Life. My life.
Its a running record of my life. Like no one has read before. I hope maybe this story can reach atleast one person going through their own hell and can see that no matter what you can make it out the other side.
"A semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended, but chose not to. That author is you and the sentence is your life."
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Static
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The experiment.
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BTS FF 𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕆𝕦𝕣'𝕤 ♡
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Six Seconds
They say when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. I never doubted that. But, what they don't tell you is this - When you're about to kill the only person in the world who truly loves you, your memories with that person also flash before your eyes. Not everyone gets their fairtytale ending. And I was no exception. These are the memories of those six seconds before. cover - uncontrollable_mindConcluida
The Outcast
"Will you just shut up" !!!!! I shouted loudly turning towards her ,she was literally getting on my nerves now "Don't you dare shout at me...You brought me into this mess", She shouted equally loudly at me The pitch of her voice was shattering my eardrums and I was on the verge of literally killing her now.She was so tiny yet hell annoying The bulb to the patience area in my mind suddenly got switched off and I abruptly pushed her into the alley wall bringing our faces real close to both our comfort levels "Listen to me you little brat and listen good...My fuckin patience is hanging on a thin thread so if you want your annoying little self to stay alive and might I add in one piece I suggest you shut your filthy shithole" I whispered in her ear lowly making her shiver knowing already that no doubt the shiver came purely from the fear she felt from me and not anything sexual..Good....She should fear me I wasn't the one to be trusted I wasn't the one to be loved I am not a person you should take lightly I am the one you don't want to mess with I am the one you don't want to piss off if you don't want your existence to be utterly painful I am Dominick Slade And I am The Outcast......Concluida
"I hate how the human race complicates things. You're born, and then you die. The space between that is a grey area. It's a blank line. It's all up to you on how you fill the line. You can write good or bad or spontaneous or wonderful-it's up to you. The only catch is that you don't know how long that blank line is. And it sucks that I want to fit spontaneous and wonderful on that line, because for some reason, it got cut too short."
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