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A Lyn-Z, Gerard Way and 90%of Panic! At The Disco fan fiction. There's no sexy scenes, just a good ol' time.
Brendon's strapped for cash. And the Way's might be able to provide him with just the way to pay his utilities.
By So What If I Am Emo I Am Still Human
Koda is my favorite bear.
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This is my first novel.. It's a real story of a girl named ALISHA.. Who is young, smart and beautiful.. Ambitious, trying hard to get into perfect profession.. But at mid of her study at university, she was being suffered for being so kind, helpful, polite and friendly..
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another novel is going to be posted by me hope you enjoy it.
The grass is not always greener nor life easier - across the street.
The message of the poem simply tells us to let go even if it's so hard to do it. Do not try to hold on to a person who is no longer happy with your relationship.
The story of all of our fears.
This is a short abstract story about finding your way in life.
So now i feel like shit who cares because i come one step closer and you push me back because that step is not good enough and i feel like a kid asking for something I'm told i can't have and know somewhere deep down i can't but don't fully UNDERSTAND why?! feel like a kid being deniedâ€¦
By Ian Dawn
Steve Jones and his beautiful wife are out on a datenight when an irresistable redhead talks them ito spicing up their marriage. It will be teh biggest regret of their entire life whats left of it.
This poetry is about a young person finding themselves.
wrote this. Its all true. I didnt make it up. Actually i took out a lot of stuff, figured it was too long. Thanks for reading. Remember im on my phone, no computer, so the dashes -- are the end of lines. Thankyou. Feel free to comment and leave the title of your writings and I'll read and...
By Cayli Ann
"...She looked back down again. Sixteen floors up. She wondered if it would hurt. Wondered just how many feet were between her and the end of it all. She wondered if she would die of fright before she hit the ground. Or of her broken heart. Probably not..."
I wrote this at 13 about the start of my depression, three years ago last month