Dwayne Wilder

Hi, check out my new story on wattpad. 

The 3rd Season of Betrayed starts tomorrow at 9am... but you will have to join and like my fan page to see it. Don't miss out on the fun!!!
          
          
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Hello there. Do you mind if I take a little bit of your time? I was wondering if you'd be willing to give me some honest feedback on some poetry (If your into poetry) and I'd happily return the favor. If your interested... I have quite a few collections but specifically "Lake of Lust" (which seems to fit your account a little more) is in need of your eyes ;). just let me know honey bun

New Episodes of 
          Betrayed: Thursday @ 10am 
          Suburban Hustle: Friday @ 11am
          Of Blood: Saturday @ 9am

The NEW episode of Suburban Hustle promises to deliver... don't miss out!!!

Sorry for the delay but BELIEVE ME it was worth it... DON'T MISS OUT ON THE NEW EPISODE OF BETRAYED

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Thank you so much for the follow:)

My Quote of the Night: This love at times seems so haphazardly placed in our lives, desperately changing us, we hardly have time to appreciate the things we have.

Be extremely careful on how you handle love. It is a fragile and tenuous thing, yet at the same time it can be as unyielding and as endurable as iron. But the moment you take it for granted or toss it aside is the moment when missing love will become most unexpected. You don't lose a person all at once. You lose them as you loved them... in pieces and over time—you start to lose their scent from your clothes, first. Their side of the bed now seems ghastly, derelict, as though looking at an old tomb with no corpse. Gradually and ever so vigilantly, you add up all the parts of them that are gone now: lost opportunities, lost possibilities. And when you reach a number that is so great you start to understand that nothing really belongs to you expect what that person was willing to give. How you respond to those losses, what you make of what's left, is the part you have to make up as you go. Losing love never feels real at first, but when it starts too, it will take your breath away.