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Stories by dreamerlee
Dead August
A week after losing my uncle, the silence feels heavy. Between the weight of regret for words left unsaid and...
Hating You
"You can call me Mr. Bully, June. Making your life a living hell just became my favorite hobby."
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My Dream boy
A poem for the dreamers who wake up with an aching chest. It's about the ghostly pain of a midnight love and...