?mode=1&language=1&lim=&search=&utm_source=rss 抖阴社区 - Discover a World of Unlimited Stories https://static.wattpad.com/be/image/logo.gif?v=1757703584 ?mode=1&language=1&lim=&search=&utm_source=rss /1549421302-mona-lisa-wear-me-out-chapter-1-precision-paint?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 2 pages</b><br/>Everyone thinks Mona Lisa runs the room. Perfect smile. Painted nails. Eyes that never give too much away. But when the lights go out and the music fades, all that's left is the echo of her own voice-and a journal full of questions no one ever a...Everyone thinks Mona Lisa runs the room. Perfect smile. Painted nails. Eyes that never give too much away. But when the lights go out and the music fades, all that's left is the echo of her own voice-and a journal full of questions no one ever asked. This is not a confession. It's what's left after the performance breaks.

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]]>/1549150061-not-fine-at-all-chapter-1-the-drive-home?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 4 pages</b><br/>What do you do with love that never got to end properly? He's the boy who still drives by the places they used to go. The boy who rereads every message, rewatches memories in his head like they're a movie stuck on repeat. She left-maybe with a r...What do you do with love that never got to end properly? He's the boy who still drives by the places they used to go. The boy who rereads every message, rewatches memories in his head like they're a movie stuck on repeat. She left-maybe with a reason, maybe not. But she didn't take everything. Through unsent letters, he tries to remember, to forget, and to understand. Was it real? Was it love? If it was, how could she be fine when he's not fine at all? A journal of heartbreak, what-ifs, and everything left unsaid.

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]]>/1549431275-the-sangfroid-maiden-chapter-1-cry-of-the-pendulum?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 1 page</b><br/>She listens to the tick of the pendulum like it's a war drum echoing inside her chest. Everyone thinks she's made of ice-but even ice remembers fire. A poetic descent into a woman's fragmented mind as she chases silence, memory, and the freedom o...She listens to the tick of the pendulum like it's a war drum echoing inside her chest. Everyone thinks she's made of ice-but even ice remembers fire. A poetic descent into a woman's fragmented mind as she chases silence, memory, and the freedom only blood seems to promise. For readers of lyrical fiction, dark poetry, and inner monologues laced with myth and madness.

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]]>/1549137553-walking-travesty-chapter-1-sea-of-sound?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 9 pages</b><br/>They said, "Smile through it." So I did. Until I couldn't anymore. A journal of collapse, clarity, and quiet survival. "Give me therapy-I'm a walking travesty, but I'm smiling at everything." This is the journal of a person unraveling in silence...They said, "Smile through it." So I did. Until I couldn't anymore. A journal of collapse, clarity, and quiet survival. "Give me therapy-I'm a walking travesty, but I'm smiling at everything." This is the journal of a person unraveling in silence. Caelum doesn't exist-but he listens. Through 14 raw, unfiltered entries, follow one voice as they write through panic attacks, failed therapy, quiet shame, and the need to disappear... and slowly begin to confront the truth beneath the noise. This isn't a story of recovery. It's a story of recognition. If you've ever smiled while falling apart-this is for you. 馃枻 Told in first-person journal entries 馃枻 Trigger warnings: anxiety, depression, emotional isolation 馃枻 Emotional themes: survival, memory, inner conflict, identity Still here. Still writing. Even if no one reads it.

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]]>/1549607162-kingdom-come-chapter-1-the-cards-fold?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 3 pages</b><br/>I used to think art could save me. But even my brightest canvas couldn't drown out the noise inside. This journal wasn't meant for anyone else. I wrote to silence the things I couldn't say out loud. The shame, the ghosts, the love I ruined before...I used to think art could save me. But even my brightest canvas couldn't drown out the noise inside. This journal wasn't meant for anyone else. I wrote to silence the things I couldn't say out loud. The shame, the ghosts, the love I ruined before it had a chance to bloom. I was someone's safe place-until they saw the truth. Until they saw what was hiding beneath the surface. So if you're holding this now, maybe you loved me once. Maybe you still do. Or maybe you just want to understand why I became the storm I swore I'd protect you from. This isn't a story of redemption. This is my kingdom come.

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]]>/1549714763-where-the-quiet-plays-all-the-rain-left-behind?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 4 pages</b><br/>There are stories that don't scream- they hum, like background music in a half-empty room. Some days feel like static. Others, like a chorus stuck in your head. This is a collection of lives paused between beats. Not love stories. Not heartbreak...There are stories that don't scream- they hum, like background music in a half-empty room. Some days feel like static. Others, like a chorus stuck in your head. This is a collection of lives paused between beats. Not love stories. Not heartbreak ballads. Just the moments in between- where the quiet plays louder than anything else.

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]]>/1549935862-ink-me-out?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 1 page</b><br/>"Whatever you write comes true the next day." It sounded like a joke. A dumb prompt in a writing forum. So I wrote something dumb. I wrote myself out of existence. And the next day, no one remembered me. Not my teachers. Not my friends. Not eve..."Whatever you write comes true the next day." It sounded like a joke. A dumb prompt in a writing forum. So I wrote something dumb. I wrote myself out of existence. And the next day, no one remembered me. Not my teachers. Not my friends. Not even my own reflection. My journal is bleeding ink I didn't write. It's whispering things I can't unhear. It wants to finish what I started. I wanted a break. Now I'm being rewritten.

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]]>/1549124637-breadwinners-don%27t-cry-chapter-1-when-the-silence?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 5 pages</b><br/>The story follows Elian, a young content creator who unexpectedly becomes his family's main financial lifeline. What begins as joyful online success quickly morphs into emotional exhaustion, as family obligation replaces support, and love starts t...The story follows Elian, a young content creator who unexpectedly becomes his family's main financial lifeline. What begins as joyful online success quickly morphs into emotional exhaustion, as family obligation replaces support, and love starts to feel transactional. As Elian continues to give, he starts to lose himself-until one emotional breaking point forces him to finally ask: What about me?

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]]>/1549111957-chapter-1-dear-mira?utm_source=rss<b>hellohangesan / 7 pages</b><br/>She gives everything. They barely notice. Told through raw, unfiltered journal entries, Dear Mira follows the quiet unraveling of a woman who's always been the strong one-until the weight of love, motherhood, and emotional neglect threatens to br...She gives everything. They barely notice. Told through raw, unfiltered journal entries, Dear Mira follows the quiet unraveling of a woman who's always been the strong one-until the weight of love, motherhood, and emotional neglect threatens to break her. This isn't just her story. It's every woman who's ever asked, "What about me?"

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