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Break me Fix me Use me Rape me It's like a broken record. Using me until you're pleasured. But leaving me Broken and crying.... Well at least you're not the one dying My love... I do all this for you, So tell me please, Why won't you show me That you really do love me?

I wish I was given Another chance To tell you how I felt about you At first glance. When we first met, We almost never spoke But then we became friends And no longer was my heart broke. But now you are gone And I know I will never have A chance to fix All I've done wrong.

  The rest of your day could be summed up into one word,HELL complete and utter hell, everywhere you looked he'd be there. That handsome devil who had his eyes on you had tormented you the ENTIRE DAY, you'd turn a corner and his smirk would be there every time just waiting for you to see it. You were at your wits end, but you'd never give in to him, and he knew that. You had finally made it to lunch and you just wanted the day to be over already, everyone had avoided you all day because of that creep Jason and his "Touch my girl and die" or "Did you just look at my property?" and who could forget his all time favorite "Come over here dollfac

Just one week away from the most important day of a high school girl. Prom. According to the prissy girls from school at least. You hated that word so much. Why should you have to buy a dress that costs hundreds of dollars just so you could wear it once for a couple of hours. It just didn't make sense to you. You would rather stay home, sitting on the couch with your favorite ice cream, and laugh at the stupid people that are wasting their time and money at a stupid dance. You hated dances that much. But knowing your mom, she wasn't going to let that fly. You are more or less being forced to go, whether you liked it or not. ~At school~ "___

 CAUTION: SWEARING At this time of the year, you honestly hated your job. It was early August; the height of tourist season in the great state of Maine, and the little shop you worked at didn’t have air conditioning. You worked in one of the countless tourist trap stores that lined the main street in Old Orchard Beach. You understood why every Mainer hated this season. The state motto may be “Vacationland”, but what we really mean is “Give us your money and leave.” But the thing about Old Orchard was that during the summer, you had a hard time telling if this was Maine or Canada. That’s right. Canadians.

WARNING: cursing, but nothing more than PG-13. I won't use the F-word, but I figuired I'd give sensitive viewers fair warning. ----- "_______, there's this new student, and he is gorgeous!" Your friend Hungary flounced up to you with her boyfriend, Gilbert, in tow. He was blushing and muttering something about "unawesome". The whole school was buzzing with rumors about the two new boys. It was a pretty big school, but they were foreigners or something like that. You didn't really care. "Yeah, sure, 'evs." You muttered and flipped another page in your book. "_______, you can't just say 'evs'. You have to at least say 'what'evs'. And what

This series is currently being rebooted on my new account: https://angie-1star.deviantart.com/art/2p-America-x-Reader-I-Don-t-Fear-Death-Ch-2-706455757 Sleep. You haven’t had much of that last night, maybe three, four hours at most. You had spent most of your last night watching the news and mourning over the large group of new deaths. Still the murderers haven’t been found. You did manage to sleep at around 4 am, you would have slept more if you had chosen to take afternoon classes but no, you chose morning classes for college because you were usually a morning person. That was until you moved to New York City and heard the kill

This series is currently being rebooted on my new account: https://angie-1star.deviantart.com/art/2p-America-x-Reader-I-Don-t-Fear-Death-Ch-1-703876469 Murder. You never liked murder, nor respected it. To take another person’s life that wasn’t your own was unrighteous, monstrous and sickening, this is what you thought. You always believed that it was never another’s choice if someone else should be killed, especially murdered brutally and painfully. No one in the right mind should want to die like that, to be ripped apart or sliced to death, no, no one would want that. You stared at the TV with a disgusted and sad look on yo