Stella
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CutA Story by StellaI don't cut myself because i love pain. To tell you the trust... I hate pain. I cry like a little baby when i get a paper cut. I don't cut myself beca.. |
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Close to the endA Story by StellaHe wants to end his life. He wants nothing to do with this world. Just thinking about living eveyday hurts. It hurtsdeep down. Down when just looking.. |
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LifeA Story by StellaI'm on the bus where it's taking doesn't matter. It's taking away from the world I've never wanted to be apart of. Away from a world were no one u.. |
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Dance the night away!A Story by StellaHe was in my arms for the first time in 5 months. We were dancing and he was holding me close. I could feel all the love he had for me right there an.. |
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The first walk.A Story by StellaRing. Ring “Hello?” “Hey Stephanie, do you feel like going for a walk?” Asked Marc one night. This started a friendship tha.. |
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me, myself, and iA Poem by StellaIt’s funny how much I can’t feel. The face that once had a smile Now it has nothing. As I walk in the halls I can’t feel the pe.. |
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you walked away..A Poem by Stellayou were different, unlike every preson before you, you had something one no else had, you had my heart, and as i watched you leave, me all .. |
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