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The Girl He watches her sleep. The moonlight, shining on her perfect skin. The spread of dark hair over the pillow case. The shadows her eyelashes cast over her face. ...

I don’t think anyone can quite understand the way I feel when he enters the room. I don’t think anyone knows what it feels like to be the mad for ...

If Only I Could Sleep I'm so tired. Bags are under my eyes, and my body sags with exhaustion. But it seems as though no one will let me sleep. ...

Dads Dads are perfect for some things. Things like tucking you in at night, Pulling the covers up under your chin. Or holding you in a towel When you climb ...

OK, so this was written right after my friend told me they never wanted to talk to me again, and I still dont know why. THIS HAS BEEN EDITED. Still ...

My friend was on my laptop while I was getting something and they posted this, sorry for that, I don't want people reading it. Here's something else. “Thanks” The word ...