My life dedicated to texting
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Última publicación lun, nov 7, 2016
Hi my name is Sara Liam and here are some txt's from my friends. They are in break ups meetings it is mostly about trouble!And yes there are emoji's
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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.Concluida
𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 + 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 | ˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸ ᵏᵃˡᵒᵍᵉʳᵃˢ
' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐬 ᵖⁱⁿᵏ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ʸᵉˡˡᵒʷ ' 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇| hes her boyfriend, he just hasn't made an appearance in their youtube videos, til today. ( sunday kalogeras x oc) ( if they are uncomfortable with this story i will take it down!!) #1 in #demitrakalogeras #1 in #elianakalogeras #46 in #instagram #1 in #noahrisling #28 in #sisters #62 in #socialmedia #2 in #sundaykalogeras #15 in #tiktokConcluida
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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.
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