Letdown Verhalen

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احضنّي رجاءاً  door sO_ly67
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احضنّي رجاءاً door sO_ly67
_كل ما كنت احتاج هو عناق دافئ يحميني من قسوة العالم_ _كيف احببتني و انت قد رأيت اسوء ما بي _ _لم تكوني يوماً سيئه، العالم هو من أساء إليكِ_ •قد تكون هذه الرواية هي ملجئك...
Like, total sister's love door ranicat1243
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Like, total sister's lovedoor Artemis 124
Sometimes even a little devil can get you out of tough situations
Betrayal door MrsKJD
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Betrayaldoor MrsKJD
Betrayal can take many forms, Not always of the heart, Sometimes a friend can let you down And tear your world apart. To feel the pang of loneliness When someone turns a...
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Happiness door notaverysaneperson
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Happinessdoor notaverysaneperson
Let curiosity get the best of you just this once.
The Necklaces door Turtleancofeice
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The Necklacesdoor AtaiiGO
Ever wondered who your soul mate was, and have u always wanted a healthy relationship where they didn't cheat and They were faithful and everything went right?? Well, ma...
Tell me why  door renesmi13
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Tell me why door Pv_iim
A collection of miserable thoughts and incidents , all being revived by words which are not enough to make them realistic , and a main though of how would it be if you f...
advert door teddwilson
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advertdoor teddwilson
the pathetic struggle of Brando
Drip door MellieVictoria
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Dripdoor MelanieC
Jessie's story will numb the heart and leave all scared to speak to anyone new...
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Maybe Dreams Do Come True. door adialtena
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Maybe Dreams Do Come True.door adialtena
Mahogany Johnson is a normal teenage girl. She is nerdy and fun to be around but yet she still doesn't have very many friends. One day she bumped into Stiles Walker and...
Wished For Too Much door kenziewasabi
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Wished For Too Muchdoor kenziewasabi
Poems about being let down.
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Empty Seat door ShayodiLambert
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Empty Seatdoor ShayodiLambert
*micro fiction* Trying hard to impress a person who couldn't show up.
Fear door Princess__Carly
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Feardoor Carly Smith
These are Poems about my fears. I will be reading the Death poem at the Poetry Slam that 8th grade reading and writing classes are doing. I hope I do good. More to come...