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CHAPTER 2: Motivated by risk
Now that I knew his name, I just wanted to find him at the shop to see who he was. I got home, said hello to my mom, and we chatted for a bit. Then my brother and sister-in-law arrived; I greeted…
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Your touch is magnetic
How could I not imagine you pressed against my skin, feeling your heart and your heartbeat. We did this all the time... Because every time you touch me, there's no one around. Impossible not to respond to your danger, you are my predator and I am your prey. Because every time you touch me, my body becomes a zone, you take me to the highest point. You have this magnetic touch, completely magnetic like the energy of the moon. It would be strange to see a jaguar and a deer running through the
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The Independent Resurgence
The Independent Resurgence: How Deep Starglance Music Record is Championing Independent Artists
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Fanuc Automation Supplier India | Industrial Solutions
Fanuc Automation Supplier India | Industrial Solutions
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End of summer
It was college vacation, I took my things out of the car, it was summer, so hot and hostile. I just wanted to tell you "I love you". But your friends had said you were a jerk. Love is like two birds, I came to love you, but I was an idiot to blindly love you, love was for two. Why did I keep waiting? When I saw someone else with you? It was a feeling of hope, I swore you would come back. I wore fine tailoring to meet you, but you didn't care at all. But your friends had said you were a jer
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Hope We've never met : Part II | A Short Story by Rehan Azam
Hope We've Never Met follows Detective Maren Hale and Adrian Cole after the truth shatters everything between them. As love collides with justice, every choice brings them closer to an ending neither of them can escape.
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Hot sand in the beaches
I've been wandering the beaches, trying to find you, but you said "I don't belong here," as fierce and shy as a feral cat. But I'll still fight for you, even hiding, I can't make you leave. It hurts to love you, I'd be lying if I said I didn't look for you. Scorching sand and hot sun, I'm here for a reason. You were a beach bum, you sought to surf in the summer, with waves as high as mountains, do you still remember that shell necklace I gave you? It hurts to love you, I'd be lying if I said I d
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Emilia Bonilla 1ro
My hobby: Watching Movies
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The People Closest to You Will Never Know You
The People Closest to You Will Never Know You
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Has Anyone Built a Business Using Remote Models?
Has Anyone Built a Business Using Remote Models?
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The Last Platform
The Last Platform
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CHAPTER 1: His name is Alex
I feel light on my face, and minutes later, my alarm goes off. I get up, shower, get ready, and tidy up my things. I get dressed, have breakfast, and walk to work since it’s very close by. I arrive,…
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Sigmund Freud: The Unconscious and the Preconscious - Dialogue and Debate with
Sigmund Freud: The Unconscious and the Preconscious - Dialogue and Debate with Ancestral Knowledge
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Stay solid on your faith
People !!! Please stop worrying … instead keep your faith solid .. always remember we have the sun and the moon for a reason and they both have their fair share of work . What I mean is bad days…
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Not gonna lie . I didn’t know how to pour out my
Not gonna lie . I didn’t know how to pour out my feelings and things that are bothering me until I came across this app .. I am truly amazed by all of these amazing people with truly beautiful…
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The bleeding heart
Let me wear my favorite 60s pompadour, and my blue shirt. I don't want to touch on our relationship right now. It's not easy for me to talk about it, my heart has 7 daggers that make it bleed. It's not something as simple as a quadratic equation or uniform rectilinear motion in physics. That's why I feel at rock bottom, at the bottom of the well. Finding expectations in a love that's already broken. The smell of Sicilian lemon reminds me of you, fruity, but sour. I don't want to touch on our re
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Hope You'll Be Mine : Part I | A Short Story by Rehan Azam
Detective Maren Hale has spent months hunting a killer the city calls The Reckoning, a patient hand delivering justice the courts refused to give. She never expects to fall for a quiet, unassuming café owner named Adrian Cole, a man who remembers how she takes her coffee and walks her home when the streets feel unsafe.
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My Dear Plushie
I love you like you hate him my little plushie
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Golden-eyed Angel
He came from heaven, his image was radiant. Not knowing how to return home, golden-eyed angel, find your way. Golden-eyed angel, find your way. Fly again, the world is dark, and they don't deserve your kindness. You confessed to me who came on a mission, but your submission makes you weak. Golden-eyed angel, find your way. Fly away, the world is dark, and they don't deserve your kindness. But your submission makes you weak, weak as rose petals under thorns. Return home, you again. We don't deser
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I am not available for 2 or 1 weeks because
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The Evil Love | A Short Story by Rehan Azam
HE RULED HELL ITSELF HE NEVER ONCE RULED HIS OWN HEART SOME PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE CAREFULLY. SOME FALL IN LOVE LIKE IT'S THE ONLY RECKLESS THING THEY HAVE LEFT IN THEM. THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A MAN WHO WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT ANYTHING FOR HIMSELF, AND A WOMAN WHO TAUGHT HIM HOW ANYWAY
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I'm not available for 2 or 1 weeks due to my exams
Bye guys see y'all later.
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Feral love
I love you, I love you. Forgive me for being immature. But I still blame your love. Sometimes I imagine you as strong as a tiger, but as fragile as a butterfly. But still, I blame your love. I can't help you, much less deal with it. You turn into a tiger showing your claws and fangs when I try to love you. I see you every night, you look like a wild tiger living in a green field. Forgive me for blaming your love. It's difficult and I can't handle it. You are voracious like a tiger. I blame your
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Amazon Rainforest
Blue is the color of the sunny sky. Long life, Mother Earth, long life to the animals. Green and brown are like periods of drought and rebirth propagated by the rain. The forest is not sweet like grains of sugar scattered on the ground. Fierce is the hunter who inhabits these lands, lurking in a tree, using it as a springboard to jump into the water. He doesn't just want to live, he wants his sustenance, his daily prey. A jaguar ambushes you, preying on an alligator bigger than itself. Wildlife
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The Cathedral Built from Ashes
The Cathedral Built from Ashes
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Young enough to make mistakes.
I wanted to have everything I longed for. I think I even felt God through these dreams. I'd like to ask Him: hey, hey, can you hear me? Can I still have everything I long for, even the one I love? Sometimes the afternoons are hot. It would be ironic to say that my life is as fragile as rosemary and as fragrant as vanilla. I think I am nothing without the person I love. We were young, in medical school. Hey, hey? Can you still hear me? We can go back to studying anatomy together and s
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Prologue 📖
I look forward to your questions. 📖
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Brown like chocolate.
I was just sitting by my window writing poems when I saw your eyes. Brown like chocolate. Maybe you made me blush, maybe a little. I've never seen a girl like you. Wavy brown hair. I'd take a minute out of my night to talk to you. But the phone rings, and I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll see you again in the summer. Brown like chocolate. You took my breath away for a minute, a little stunned and blind. The phone rings again, but no one's on the other end of the line. My room is a mess. I'd
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Blue velvet.
He wore velvet, blue like the Pacific Ocean. Dark blue like the Mediterranean Sea. I watched him from afar. My heart burned for him, but when he left, the ocean entered a deep storm. He wore velvet, blue like the Pacific Ocean. I could still tell: there are tears streaming down his face. Blue velvet, like the Pacific Ocean, and an overwhelming emotional instability. I could still tell: there are tears streaming down that velvet. Blue velvet. Judson Kaique 27-07-2026
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Club of souls
The music is playing on its own, echoes like Queen's "Love Of My Life." Love is never enough. I lie alone in the twilight of the night. From July to December, will you still want me? Our relationship seems dead, I tried to be strong while enduring this. Will you still be mine? We're in a lonely club, would you still be mine? I felt you were too kind and manipulative. Take advantage of me, so I return to the shadows. "Love will never last forever, it's fleeting like climate change" - you