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Paracetamol
and another sip of coffee
Ibuprofen
and another sip of coffee
Aspirin
and another sip of coffee
Caring
and another cup of tea
and another sip of coffee
Ibuprofen
and another sip of coffee
Aspirin
and another sip of coffee
Caring
and another cup of tea
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Blinded by love ch.11- SasuNar
Blinded by love- SasuNaru
Chapter 11
Naruto had been stuck in the hospital for a week and was about to break down the wall. He didn't want to stay there anymore. He wanted to go out to the fresh air, well all he wanted was ramen. He hasn't had any since Sasuke came with it. And Sakura had been watching the blond like a hawk. All of his friends still came an visit if they didn't have missions. Unfortunately Sasuke had to go on a mission and would be away for a few days. Naruto was sitting in bed still thinking how he could get control of Kyubbi. ' I still don't know how I can get control over him. This is getting irritated' he thought when h
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ItaDei - Unknown Love - Part 3
"Hey... Are you ok kid?"
I opened my eyes to a hazy world... I thought back to what had happened the night before... "Sa-Sasori...Sama?"
I heard another voice... "Yondaime-san... Just leave him will you?" I tried to see who this 'Yondaime' was... but he stood up and followed the other person... I coughed, not on purpose though... and I heard footsteps coming back...
"Ne... Are you hurt mister?" It sounded like a little kid... I tried to get up off the ground, I failed... I heard a small giggle, I scowled in the direction of the sound I felt some one's hand touch my stomach... I felt every muscle in my body object to this, tensing painfully
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he sings for a penny (it's the pretender)
he sings for a penny and bleeds for a pound but he hasn't any deserving of sound his words are all empty his verses are trite penned with an apathy and no appetite yes, it's the pretender though sightings are rare the masks he wears renders seers unaware he sings for a penny and bleeds for a pound his scars are aplenty and all written down pages by the hundreds with no end in sight all fed by his umbrage and not by his fight yes, it's the pretender here before your eyes but all you'll remember is his sad disguise he sings for a penny and bleeds for a pound reaching beyond twenty and still falling down served so well by the masks and roles he has played wasn't up to their tasks at end of each day yes, it's the pretender such sightings aren't new he's long been a member just masked from the view he sings for a penny and bleeds for a pound but he hasn't any deserving of sound his words are all empty his verses are trite penned with an apathy and no appetite (10/20/23)
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