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2:28 am- Wake up.
    2:29 am- Find that damn paper you misplaced.
    2:33 am- Grab the pen.
    2:34 am- Write your heart out.
    2:48 am- Re-read what you wrote.
    2:51 am- Go to your safe place.
    2:53 am- Cry as you remember all of the pain. All of the hurt-- everything.
    2:58 am- Get ready
    3:00 am- End it all.
    
    The end. So many times we argue about how the end must have heaven or hell, whether it will ever actually end with the light or just be dark. But some are quicker than others to reach that destination. They think about it--no, they're possessed by it. The light of the world is dim, and the after-life is so... pleasing. Death; that is their escape. The safe haven that they long for! It will end the pain, the suffering-- the hate. If they do the deed then--then they'll make it! And if they don't? They go to hell on Earth.
    
    Rated Mature for language and themes.
  
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Everyones Obsessed* by Cie1_5

The past carries an unjust history. Immoral actions mark the present. The future holds untold consequences. Bad things happen to good people, and good people do bad things. | | || ||| ||||| |||||||| ||||||||||||| You, of all people, should understand the obsession. Whether it's the endless hours lost to a screen, the compulsion to scroll through forums, the need for that next high, the haunting grip of past trauma, the fixation on someone unattainable, the pursuit of a fleeting feeling, or even the inexplicable attachment to something as simple as frogs-obsession has woven itself into every corner of your life. •__ •_ •• •_• •_• • •••• / ••_ • •_• I have done terrible things because I let obsession take over me. It wasn't always that way. It started as a lie; it became true one day. I told myself I was in control and could stop anytime, but I only lied to myself. I was powerless. I never wanted to hurt anyone; I hurt him and myself. Now, I'm left with the wreckage of my choices. I wonder if there's any way to get things back to how they were before. Xgbs bqf zpv patfttfc xisg? To us, they are just another random person: the letters carved on the table, the artist of old graffiti, the person who also walked into the restroom, the reason the trash is full, or the garbage thrower on the side of the streets. But to them, they're the main fucking character in their own story, and each mark, item, digital trace, and photo they have makes a fragment of their existence. We may never know their face or name, but the traces they left remind us that everyone's lives intersect, creating a vast web of connections; unnoticed or not, they are never truly invisible. Dy32Al43Dy44|Dy11Al99Dy33|Dy44Dy87Dy22|Dy01Dy87|Dy87Al11Dy01Dy33Dy01Dy01Dy33Al21|Dy32Dy55Al01Al43|Dy21Al99Dy11Dy21Dy65Dy55Al77Dy43|Dy21Dy87Al21Dy33Dy01/

asphyxiate by EscapeYourMisery

"Drowning is not the worst part. Lacking the courage to breathe is." No one saw her struggle. No one saw her scars. No one saw her bleeding. No one saw her tears. No one saw her depression. They never realized the deep waters she swam. If only someone would. What if someone did? Completed 11/07-17 ©EscapeYourMisery

Just My Luck by inure0tea

Many people sit down to talk about their hobbies or interests. The only things occupying my mind are memories. Most of them aren't even pleasant. Here are the ones that haven't been entirely forgotten. Some are more vivid than others. ... I will be changing the names of people who might decide they're offended seeing their wrongdoings written on display for the world to see, no matter how badly I want to see them reprimanded.

Voices in My Head by Nerounin

Pain. Agonizing pain. That's all I feel. Voices. Whispering voices. That's all I hear. I hear them over and over inside of my head. I can't escape. I can't fight back. This is my life. This is my story. And if you can give me your time, I'll tell it to you. *Warning: contains themes of selfharm and mental disorders **Completed as of 7/30/18

WOULD ANYONE MISS ME? by frankensteinreaper

I've put this book on hold,more than a year.It excites me that it's finally coming out! Would you miss me if I was dead or alive?Cause I really can't tell anymore from the action's your doing!Hell I barely can tell if you still love,care,admire and etc me and for that......I try my best to keep my head up and try not to let it get the best of me!?What's going to happen when/if I die before you?Where will you be?Will you show up to pay any respect or vanish like a coward cause you think it's not your fault?Why don't you just blame me already and tell me that you don't care if I live or die anymore!?I'm just waiting to hear it all come out! (4/10/2016,12:21AM)

The Selfless Me by Blo0ki

Sometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at hand. Most definitely It's okay to write your trauma, only if you're comfortable with. This book is my thoughts or rambles when I did/do have those episodes. I hate venting to people. I never could have trusted them. Yet, i can write, peot, and type what's going on or rant til i feel I find it in a book. It's okay to cry. You're not alone. No one is alone You are loved by many. ~Alh

Altered by LuellaOpal

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Beneath The Surface: Book Two by rainxroses

"After every time I had wasted on someone who didn't matter, you came along and didn't even touch me. You didn't hold my hand, kiss me or even give me high fives. I'd just watch you from afar, falling more and more in love with what I saw. I couldn't care less about not touching you. All I cared about was if you were safe. And I've found that that is what love truly is and truly should be." (Updates every Wednesday and Saturday!)

A Broken Optimist by mybookobsession_

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It was under control by myrealnameisasecret

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