letters for bunny.

letters for bunny.

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Born to be the other woman. But one day, she opened her book. She started writing. Writing letters to that girl. That girl, her man loves. That girl who wears the ring that is supposed to be on her finger. The girl that shouldn't be betrayed either. Inspired by Ashley Frangipane. When you read this don't be bothered by short chapters, I tried doing longer ones and it affects my creativity and quality of texts. I suggest reading this @ 2am while feeling sentimental and listening to meaningful music. This is kind of my interpretation of Room 93 If you read this, please appreciate it, this meant/ means a lot to me.
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My Cliche

This is basically a book that means a lot to me. Black Veil Brides practically raised me and though a little cliche, saved my life. Then Halsey was introduced into my life and I learned to understand myself and accept who I was, what I was, and all of the present tense versions. BTS came along and then I knew how to be happy with myself. There are steps to everyones life, and these three groups/artists were my steps. I put them together in a story of how I felt at the time of each group being introduced, though it may not be understood. I know some of it is off a little, but it made me happy to write it. So here is my fanfiction. And my Cliche. Celeste Greene had never been a lucky girl. At eight, her father shot her mother and when the suspicion was gone, he beat his daughter. Once she turned thirteen, a new neighbor decided to show pity when hearing a scream. Now, Celeste spends her seventeenth year of life at an abusive orphanage that could easily be compared to prison. As soon as she gave her statement to put her father in jail, she stopped talking, labeled as mute.

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