Sigh Stories

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Something dumb, like me and I

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One day, Joe sees a box next to the bus stop on the way home. There was a sound, a squealing sound, coming from the box, sounding like an abandoned kitten, but when joe opens the box, he is shocked when he sees her.

❝Her hand in his, he became her tomorrows. He left her,and, her existence faded.❞ ⌜poetry╶ from the deepest part of my soul.⌟ ╶inmyownₒ

You fuck with my senses

Hi y'all. I'm not gonna go deep into this like I usually do. I just wanted to let you guys know these are real stories. About my life, my past. Please read this and remember. This is happening everywhere, not just in my life. Thank you. Comment if you know this. Thanks y'all for reading this! Highest Ranks: #1 conference #1 imconfused #1 friendshipp #2 beprepared #3 toronto-canada #3 sigh #3 inside jokes Thanks for supporting me!!!!

A mostly dark-skinned girl in her early twenties gracefully danced on the ice with her black skates. She held a harsh view on the world, but the moment she stepped on the ice, all of those thoughts disappeared. The only thing she didn't tune out while she skated, was the music coming from her earbuds and the crisp sound of her skates against the ice. Sometimes the bad people made her feel as though the world was falling apart. After what she was taught from a young age, to give and not take, she couldn't understand why the worst things happen to the best people. Only the worst seemed to happen to Mollie, she didn't truly believe it until she almost loses her brother in a drunk driving accident.

update: i can see her now. she's been out for a while now. i wrote this for health last semester and thought i should share it. thank you.

aroace rants, basically my life

the twelve were, big, strong, brave. They fight in brutalness and charm. the fight to dieth. some struggle to make live. and are strong we face. come to this time we say and fight for life.

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yeah none of this belongs to me its just stuff that made me cRy

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A vintage lamp is all Taehyung needed to see Jungkook again.

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