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She was fat. Nothing but fat she told herself. Maybe that was what drove her to this insane state of mind, where she was willing to do anything to get thin. And she meant anything.

I have to babysit my siblings, help me

In a hospital room thick with silence and unspoken words, Andrew grapples with a devastating reality. As he sits by the bedside of a woman whose life hangs in the balance, the weight of guilt and regret crushes him. A suitcase, discovered at the crime scene, becomes a symbol of secrets and choices left unexamined. Why did she make the ultimate sacrifice? Haunted by memories of their past, he realizes he failed to see the signs she desperately tried to share. As he confronts his own emotions, the pages of her diary hold the key to understanding the truth she kept hidden. Will he uncover the depth of her pain before it's too late? In this gripping tale of love, loss, and the urgency of time, every heartbeat counts. Join him on this journey of self-discovery and redemption as he unravels a story that will change everything.

Hepimiz karanlığın içine gömüldük...

Akitoes angst yum And istg I can't write them in character to save my life so they might be ooc.

About a girl who is very sick

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စိတ်ကူးထဲပေါ်လာတဲ့အတိုင်းသားရေးခြင်း။ ခုမှစရေးထားတာမို့အမှားများပါနိုင်ပါတယ်။ ficထဲမှာပါဝင်သည့်အကြောင်းကာများသည် အပြင်လောကတွင်မရှိနိုင်ပါချေ(Bl fic)

Title: 1964 - Hum The, Tum The, War Tha Genre: Historical Fiction | Mystery | Romance | Psychological Drama Description: They said the war ended. But usme bhi ek kahani chhupi thi. 1964. A train station drowned in monsoon. A soldier without a war. A girl who promised she'd return. Captain Aarav Mehta survived the battlefield... but couldn't escape his past. Forty-three days after the ceasefire, a single word arrives: Milenge. Now he waits at Platform 3 broken, haunted, soaked in memories of Noor, the woman who swore they'd meet after the war. But she's missing. And what begins as a love story quickly spirals into something darker... Ghosts. Time loops. Secret rooms. Cracked mirrors. Forgotten corridors. And a pendant that once read Always, now says Not Yours. Every knock on the door brings a new mystery. Every letter pulls Aarav deeper into a spiral of war, love, betrayal and a truth more terrifying than death: What if you were the one who left first? Can love survive memory loss, guilt, and time folding in on itself? Or will Aarav lose Noor... again?

*Warning* some depressing poems so read at your own risk...

Tsukasa angst because I love it Tsukasa is a selfish little boy who has no idea how much it's conflicting with himself and ideals

This was originally supposed to be one poem but I decided that more would be best. Made: 3/23/19 End: --/--/-- Update: When ever I want to. (I work on it almost every day so don't worry about it) ⚠️WARNING⚠️: If you are here to spread hate then plz see yourself out of my book 🙂.

help oh god what is this oh god- I'm not that good at righting hahah be warned lmk if this goes against his boundaries

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This is a joke story with no real direction, it's just something for me to add to when I'm bored

Forever jah❤️😩 I should've let you know that your my only one -jah Sorry I didn't want to hurt you 😔

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