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Staub. Wenn man nach Hause kommt und sich nicht Zuhause fühlt. Denn dein Herz hat sein Zuhause woanders. Nicht hier. Nicht irgendwo. Dort. Und dann ist Staub im Zimmer, während man in seinem Kopf putzt. »dust.« ist eine Sammlung einiger Gedichte und Texte von mir. enjoy.
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Hi I'm Sam; I'm tall, pretty, and extremely awkward. Words cannot describe how awkward I am. My story is not like all the other lucky pretty girls who end up with their best friend, who is a player and magically changes.Resulting in the couple getting married at age 16 because they cannot wait any longer,or the girl gets knocked up and the guy gets happy that he is a dad at 17. No,not how my story works. My story is about how my best friend dumped me after sleeping with me. You see people never write about that part in the story where it doesn’t work out, but I did. Because I think mine is interesting and embarrassing, sexy (kind of), and funny

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