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Life Unpublished: Mr. Perfect
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Sunday, September 7, 2014. Me: Why do I fit so perfectly in your arms? Him: Maybe you were made that way. It was spontaneous. It was perfect. Yeah I just came inside from that. Now back to reality. Because I can not get him out of my mind, here is to you Mr. Perfect. 9829; there's no reason but him ♥ he is the reason I love him ♥. Yes Cliché I know. I talked about love. Get over yourself. September 8, 2014 at 3:09 PM. Link back to Writers Paris.
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Life Unpublished: November 2014
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Monday, November 24, 2014. A little too Naive. There have been those time where my heart has saved me. When all that was keeping me alive was the blood pumping through my heart. That relentless bastard. Now looking back, I am thankful that I was saved because I could not enjoy the sun never refusing to shine, the way our eyes meet and we smile, the time we got caught being a little too naive. Grace is a runner. Every night she sets off alone.
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Life Unpublished: A little too Naive
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Monday, November 24, 2014. A little too Naive. There have been those time where my heart has saved me. When all that was keeping me alive was the blood pumping through my heart. That relentless bastard. Now looking back, I am thankful that I was saved because I could not enjoy the sun never refusing to shine, the way our eyes meet and we smile, the time we got caught being a little too naive. Grace is a runner. Every night she sets off alone.
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Life Unpublished: January 2015
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Wednesday, January 7, 2015. This is the real me. I’d rather live my life accepting that I’m not perfect, than spending my whole life pretending to be. I love my parents more than anything and I can not think of a better night than to hang out with my family. I have always wanted to go out of the country. I feel like I need to be cooler, but I never know how. I have been in a lot of trouble before, but it has made me who I am today. I have have...
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Life Unpublished: September 2014
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Sunday, September 28, 2014. The Stalker’s Guide to Confessions. Be Honest. Here you go:. I had a severe eating disorder. My parents push me to be something I'm not. Even though my parent know everything I still feel like I have to sneak around them. My friends always say that I'm so "pretty" but everyday, walking in the hallways I'm laughed at. I feel invisable at school. I have a severe addiction to New Girl the TV show. I have wanted to die.
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Life Unpublished: ↫I can Be↬
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Saturday, August 30, 2014. 8619;I can Be↬. Who is Ashlyn Ellis you might ask? Who the hell knows. I sure don't. Some might say shes a nobody. Some might say she is a somebody. What they dont know is no one really knows her. Whats the point of hiding who we are anyway? Aren't we taught to be real? Be brave at the same time. I can be myself. I can be. Adveturous. I can be. Fervent. I can be in. Paris I can be. Deep I can be. Laugh by yourself, a...
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Life Unpublished: Heart
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Monday, September 22, 2014. 8220;Behind these eyes. There is a girl trapped within. Her pain – a girl feeling all the emotions. Of anger and sadness. She’s fighting for a way out.”. 8220;Love never dies a. It dies because we don't know how to. Replenish its source. It dies of blindness. And errors and betrayals. It dies of. Illness and wounds; it dies of weariness,. Of witherings, of tarnishings.”. September 25, 2014 at 3:50 PM. Be Honest....
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Peyton Sawyer: Words of War Spoken by Veterans
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Friday, August 7, 2015. Words of War Spoken by Veterans. Darling, you're well familiar with war. And how to win the final battle. I love that you fight for our country. But some days your heart wears. I wish you'd fight for me. And I picked up my 22' the night my soul met yours. Ready to fight for something you once called. The start of something glorious". Like a pen, your fingers know the hold of a gun,. And you picked it up ready to fight beside me. You definitely hit an. Coming from bloodstained lips.
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Peyton Sawyer: Writers Find Beauty In Everything
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Tuesday, July 21, 2015. Writers Find Beauty In Everything. Tonight I sat on the cement and watched my neighbor. As she tenderly picked up her dog whos soul was as old as hers. But, how beautiful their love must be, since they're all each other has. I closed my eyes and listened closely. To the natural song the wind chimes made. How beautiful ears must be to those who cannot see. I smiled as I saw a young dad out of breath,. His son racing down the street who was learning to ride a bike.
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Peyton Sawyer: Blind Pilot
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Sunday, March 29, 2015. We kissed in a crowded room. After midnight, beneath closed eyes. The touch of your lips beneath mine. And it took the oxygen we didn't need. After all, it was only a dream. I awoke feeling lightheaded,. But from the kiss or the absence of you. I don't know which. I wonder if the sand gets tired. Tired of being harshly tossed on the shoreline,. It's fragile pigments scattered in chaos. I wonder if the waves. Get tired of crashing. And a life full of constant ups and downs. Ps your...