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Aquele bloquinho de post-it azul que tu tinhas na bolsa, e me deixava as anotações espalhadas pela casa. (Também publicado em: Spirit Fanfics e histórias por mim)

I got bored heh... what am I doing

So I'm literally writing this at 4am because I still can't seem to find a single shred of sleep tonight. I hope someone out there who struggles with the tortures of insomnia can read this and know that you're not alone in the terrify world of a sleepless night. Enjoy and please comment. I’d love some constructive criticism.

There is a book of writing prompts I have, so I desided to use my OCs for them. The chapter title will be the prompt, then the chapter begins with my OCs name and then shows the words that have to be in the story. The story's will be relatively short, but if you ever want to know more about my OCs backstory or what they look like just PM me!

It's a journal. The detached morally grey loses grip of reality, noting her thoughts in a pattern of chaotic randimosity.

This poem is about being hurt.

Am I simply just too tired?

When Nova Korvo falls into a coma she learns about something she kept locked from herself. The mindscape. Now she and her minds main resident have to beat the clock to find her life goal before she wakes up.

In my first life I was a Japanese girl who deserves no pity for my past actions. In my second I was an actor who was used as a tool to save my nation. And now, I'm stuck in a world that I remember from my first life!? At this point I'm too tired so I'll sleep as much as I can or whatever a normal girl does!! but how do I do that again? But I have to ask in a concluding tone, [title card]