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33s hajj_m
Normal Hajir Mohamed
hajj_m I no longer seek happiness, I seek peace and tranquility.
I no longer wait for sunshine after rain but for calm after storms.
I no longer seek ease but I seek the courage to deal.
I no longer bend and allow myself to recoil but I break and learn how to mend.
I no longer build homes within a lover's chest and later find myself imprisoned behind their ribcage.
I no longer run after life but I let it catch up with me. -The girl I wish I was
#pic #taken #in #sudan #writing #inspiration #goals #bored #deep
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Normal Jade - Writer & Reader

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Normal Simmer
simsheaven13 Ch 5

Claymire's POV (2 months later)
It's been 2 months since I dropped out of school and left my parents, I have an online job so I get to stay home and take care of Evelyn. With this income I found a 1 bedroom apartment to live in, it's a bit crowded but it will do for now. Lately I haven't been able to hang out with friends or meet any guys, but in 3 days im going to a Halloween party with one of my friends from school! I'm super nervous and im not sure if it's a good idea? #sims #sims3 #sims3forever #simsstory #pov #follow #ifollowback #ineedmorefollowers #sims4 #simsgeberations #stories #writing #animals #simspets #simspov #simswriting #life #return #back #like4like #follow #iloveallofyouguys #thankyou #horses #gammer #gammergirl #simmer #simming
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distorted.thought Videogames are bae 1w

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Normal legendarywriting

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2min thejwiggle
Video John Tollefson
thejwiggle Really fun to play. Trying to step out of my comfort zone. #7string #melodic #metal #writing #LTDguitars 2min

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ishikozume I have vivid images of cutting into my own flesh, but more so the flesh of others, swirling in my deepest of thoughts. Like an unwanted nightly visitation, they plague my sleep, and I am privy to witness my subconscious desires to bring forth all that frustration towards myself and my failures and to cast it onto others. The taste of copper, that smell of something that was once inside, now outside, under my nails, like the sweetest, secret perfume I could ever hope to wear. The scent of my own filth, the filth that my head only seems to cultivate more and more, and the anger nestled so comfortably in my heart. I know hatred very well, it is a companion of thoughtfulness and care. They swell within me, a tripartite, contradictory mess that lingers in my veins, smearing the walls of my body with all the confusion and undulating chaos that dreams of escape. 4min

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