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Poetry Collection #3 ob·​struc·​tion of justice \ əb-ˈstrək-shən- the crime or act of willfully interfering with the process of justice and law by furnishing false information or otherwise impeding an investigation. I've had run ins with the police, even been banned from a town before, but legalities aren't what Im referring to. I mean my own personal obstructions of justice. My crimes against humanity that no one cares about but me and those involved and maybe God, who knows. My crimes against those who trust me..and love me. Those who believe me, who matter. I withhold the truth and embellish who I am to hide the fact that underneath my skin, there's nothing really there. But here with all of you, I can be free. I can tell you everything. Here is every question I've never answered because, as you've probably heard, some things are better left unsaid.

"All I ask is if this is my last night with you, hold me like I'm more than just a friend." . . . All I Ask songfic featuring Phuwin x female OC

Murder, love, and lust. Jeni is far from your average girl. Growing up in the gritty streets of the hood, she experienced life in ways most people can hardly imagine. Despite her challenging upbringing, she possessed a fierce spirit and an insatiable desire to explore a world beyond the confines of her neighborhood. Jeni made the bold decision to leave everything she was familiar with, her life spiraled into a whirlwind of unexpected twists and turns. Now, she finds herself not only battling for her survival against relentless dangers but also fighting to reclaim her freedom in a world that seeks to keep her shackled. Jeni decided to leave all she knew, and things took an epic turn. Now she's not just fighting for her life but her freedom.

This book was inspired by @catisbestanimal 's book, Countryhumans random (very good by the way). This book will contain random stuff I think of. The context in this book is purely fictional and not meant to offend anyone. I will try to update as much as possible, okay? Rules: 1. Do not be mean (I will delete and ignore those comments) 2. Don't comment about grammar and spelling (I won't, by any means, use them or check them), only if I miswrote a Country's name 3. Just enjoy I guess 4. That's it I hope you like it!

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Tutor x Student Tutor -bottom Student -top

Abuse, possessive, forceful,captor,captive, pure, innocent,trapped,16+

"when the devil falls in love with cute don"

Vicehaven A city with neon veins and rotten bones. Towers of glass cracked like old teeth; alleys that stank of stale beer, piss, and yesterday's blood. The streets glowed orange in the rain but the glow only made the gutters shine darker, slick with oil rainbows and cigarette ends drowning in puddles. Here, everything is borrowed - your breath, your heartbeat, your time. Everyone owes a debt, and Vicehaven always collects. Some pay with silence. Some with skin. Most with their souls. Down every corner, you can hear its appetite: bottles breaking, sirens crying, the wet slap of fists in the dark. And above it all, neon sings its false lullaby, buzzing signs painted over brothels and casinos - lipstick smeared across a corpse. The Devil runs this city. He wears suits cut sharper than knives, gold in his smile, blood on his hands. And the angels? They left a long time ago, their wings sold, their halos pawned, their names long forgotten. Vicehaven doesn't raise saints. It only fattens devils.

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Pretending that I'm okay When really. I'm slowly. Slowly breaking. ____________________ {COMPLETED}

P o e m s of my M i n d ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  · ✦· · ·  ·  ·  ·  I once read that when a feeling grows so intense it threatens to suffocate you, the only way to survive it is to write. Write it, no matter how terrifying it seems. Whether it is joy, fear, anger, or even the smallest, foolish things-put it into words before it consumes you. Writing gives you a choice. It gives you a say over your feelings. It allows you to decide how the story ends. This collection was born from that belief: that in writing, we do not drown in our emotions-we learn how to breathe through them. ✨ Una vez leí que cuando un sentimiento se vuelve tan intenso que amenaza con asfixiarte, la única forma de sobrevivir es escribirlo. Escribirlo, sin importar lo aterrador que parezca. Ya sea alegría, miedo, rabia o incluso las cosas más pequeñas y tontas-ponlo en palabras antes de que te consuma. Escribir te da una elección. Te da voz sobre tus propios sentimientos. Te permite decidir cómo termina la historia. Esta colección nació de esa creencia: que al escribir no nos ahogamos en nuestras emociones, sino que aprendemos a respirar a través de ellas.

Requests from my Avid Readers about their favourite series characters 🥰 Enjoy

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3rd year regulus black suddenly develops a taste for quidditch. every match, he's in the stands, quiet and attentive. but he doesn't even like quidditch. he likes watching it.. watching something atleast.

Thomas' hot engine brushed against my cool hand, a slight shade of rose appeared on my face. His hard bright blue build stiffened at my touch. I stopped dead in my tracks. He really turned my gears if you know what I mean~

╰┈➤ " I made a promise To distance myself " Memories are a gift, a stain that allows you to glimpse at the past once the present moment is gone like the flowing wind that awaits no one. But it is only a burden to carry when no one else shares the recollection S C A R A M O U C H E remembered everything of the past he successfully erased himself from. During what he decided were his final moments, he desperately prayed to whatever higher entity that gazed down on the world. " Even if it's to the heavens above and back, Even as I find my limbs teared to pieces Wherever she is, Allow me the undeserved mercy of seeing her for one final time. " And so he did. Shackled by the unforgiving poundage of the past that stained him like a bright red stain on a white cloth, he promised to distance himself this time. He promised to never rip out the pretty flower, only to appreciate its beauty from a distance.

uh... for my WATTPAD mom, sis, and aunt and mom's suitor.... forgive me... for I have sinned- Also- Cherry don't you dare read this!

I looked at myself in the mirror and and examined the marks on my forearms, stomach and thighs. I grimaced and glanced back up to my tear stained face. This was not how it was supposed to happen... *trigger warning- self harm and suicide content in this. Read at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you*