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Mário *-* the amazing guy who saved my life in so many ways, my boyfriend and the love of my life <3333
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I want to dedicate this to my boyfriend Mário aka fanpop user leuron. It's not enough, no matter how many times I tell him how thankful I am for what he did and still does for me.
You are my boyfriend, my love, my life.
The one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
But you're not only that.
You have always been the best of friends I ever had.
The day we first talked we had no idea.
What was gonna happen later.
We became close friends.
Because you helped me out of trouble.
If there was noone I could talk to
You still had advice.
People got tired of me talking about my troubles.
Not you.
You never got tired of me.
Always you had the right thing to tell me.
Even if you actually had no time, were talking to someone else.
You were always there to listen to my problems.
And try to help.
Nobody ever understood me more than you.
Nobody will ever understand me more.
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Fan fiction by 
Cinders
posted
1 year ago
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Preface: I wrote this a few years ago. It can be found on my FictionPress profile. Since it deals with heavy issues, I just wanted to share.
Also, for those of you unfamiliar with Seattle, the Aurora Bridge is nicknamed "Suicide Bridge" because of nine people who jumped in 1972. The troll described actually sits under Fremont Bridge, not Aurora.
Epiphany On the Aurora Bridge
There's a troll lurking under the north end of the Aurora Bridge. It glares with its hubcap eye southward at- what? The end of the bridge. All it sees are the cars that drive by it. And the people who jump.
We think we're unique, you see. A little too unique. We do this to connect with those who leapt before us; the spirits of tormented creatures, who were too skinny from anorexia, or two cut up from scars on their arms, or too sunken from insomnia for the troll to want to eat. We are… an unattractive sort. We feel ugly. The poison on the inside oozes out through our pores, our ears, our nostrils, our eye sockets, and taints us. We are the unlucky ones. No one understands us. It's...
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Article by
key_ra
posted
8 months ago
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a rose,
to a person,
is that meaning something?
a gift,
to a person,
is that hiding anything?
a smile,
to a person,
it is more that just a friend?
a laugh,
to a person,
is that teasing them?
a book,
to a person,
is that called insulting?
everything must have the negative thought by people surround me.
they ask me, "is that just a friend?"
and i will say, "yes, why not?"
they again will ask, "are you like him?"
and i will answer, "people always thinking in negative way. how if i give that to my best friend, is that still meaning something? is that still hiding anything? is that still more than a best friend? is that still teasing? is that still insulting?"
and then, i will continue........."no, it is just a friend."
*my life full with untrusted friendship. i don't think they will assume me as their best friend, but if anyone seeking for a trustful friend, i'm here to help you.*
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