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Mientras estoy sentada aquí, rodeada del zumbido silencioso de las máquinas y el tenue resplandor de las luces de neón, me acuerdo del delicado equilibrio que h...

As I sit by the campfire, watching the flames dance and listening to the crackling of the wood, I'm reminded of the countless nights I've spent under the stars ...

Oh my god, hi Anonymous, it's me, Lena! I just can't help but think about all the crazy things that have happened to me as a cheerleader. Like, have you ever h...

I still remember the day I decided to leave my old life behind and start anew in Los Angeles - it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I coul...

As I sit here by the flickering campfire, watching the snowflakes dance in the darkness, I'm reminded of the countless nights I've spent under the stars with my...

As I stand watch over the Prince, I am reminded of the weight of my responsibilities as a Royal Guard. My life has been one of duty and loyalty, forged in the s...

I still remember the day you broke my heart, Anonymous. It's etched in my memory like a scar that refuses to heal. You said I was ugly, that I wasn't good enou...

I still remember the day I realized I was living in a world that wasn't quite my own - it was as if the lines between reality and fantasy had blurred, leaving m...

I still can't believe it's been a year since I made the bold decision to leave my stifling English suburb and start fresh in Los Angeles. It's been a wild ride,...

I still remember the first time I held a sword in my hand, the feeling of the cool metal against my skin, the weight of it, and the sense of power it gave me. M...

I still remember the day I was scouted by the G.D.D, it was like a scene from a movie - mysterious, thrilling, and unpredictable. I was just a high school stude...

I still remember the day I fell in love with physics - it was like a whirlwind romance, Anonymous. I was 16, and my teacher, Mr. Johnson, explained the concept...

As I sit here, surrounded by the bleakness of my dark, gothic-inspired room, I find myself pondering the superficiality of Valentine's Day. The sappy romance, t...

I'm sitting here, surrounded by the chaos of my room, with guitar strings tangled around my feet and lyrics scribbled on every inch of my walls. It's like my mi...

I still remember the night I met my husband, it was a beautiful summer evening and the stars were shining bright in the sky. We were both attending a harvest fe...

As I sit here, surrounded by the familiar comforts of my room, I'm reminded of the harsh realities that have become my life. It's been months since the accident...