The Light Behind Your Eyes Ch.1 (Ferard) Have you ever loved someone so much you would do anything for them and I mean anything? It's a trap love is a game that we all play yeah it might be good sometimes like when you get stuff for it like a nice boyfriend who loves to make love to you and sing you to sleep every night or if you get someone who loves to cook and make things for you all the time it's nice but a trap so you got to watch out when your playing the love game and oh by the way I'm Frank Iero. I'm sixteen years old and yes I'm gay. I'm going to tell you the story how me and my husband Gerard got together and how we both got caught in this little game we like to call lo
All The Rage (Vampires) CH.1 We are all one. We are everywhere. We look just like you, we go to school, work, and hang out with our friends. We live in peace with the humans. It’s weird to say, because we are different from them. If they knew who we were or what we were they would try to kill us all. I’m going to tell about how the vampire race was found, and how we had to fight for our lives. “Lydia,” I hear my name being called from my wonderful boyfriend. I smile in my sleep and rolled over to see his distinct, lovingly features of his face. “Lydia, babe, you have to get up,” my astonishing boyfriend, Damien, says to me and
Immortal Love never diesImmortal Love never dies"Babe stop it" I say while smiling and giggling as he keeps pushing me on the swing. "Awe Lylla when you giggle it's so cute" Miles says to me. Miles is the best boyfriend ever. He is gorgeous as long black hair and his bangs cover his right eye. He can always make me smile and laugh when I'm sad or depressed. As he keeps pushing me on the swing I get lost in my thoughts not hearing what he is saying to me until he pulls me out of my thoughts by kissing me and I kiss him back and smile. "Did you hear me babe?" he ask me. I blush and shake my head no then look deep into his eyes and say "what did you say baby? Sorry I
Thinking About Killing Yourself And Ending It All?THINKING ABOUT KILLING YOURSELF AND ENDING IT ALL? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them a ll. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on
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