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"You're not going anywhere, you hear me?" Rachel's voice crackled over the phone line. Her words hung in the air, echoing the weight of her grip on the receiver. "I just need some space," came the muffled response. It was barely audible, but Rachel heard it, clear as day. She knew that tone. It was the one her younger brother, Alex, used when he was hiding something. Rachel glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was a quarter to eight, and the day had been one never-ending battle of wills. She'd had enough. "Look, I don't know what's going on with you, but you're coming to stay with me for a while." Alex sighed heavily. Rachel could picture him slumped on the edge of his bed, his eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot. "I'm not a kid anymore, Rach," he said, the words dragging like lead. "I can handle it." Rachel felt the familiar tightness in her chest. She'd always been the strong one, the one who took care of everyone else. But Alex? He was her baby brother. He was supposed to be invincible. The kitchen was spotless, the smell of lemon cleaner still lingering in the air. Rachel had been trying to distract herself from her worry by scrubbing down every surface. But it was no use; the gleaming tiles and chrome only reflected her fears back at her. She took a deep breath and leaned against the cool counter. "Just come over, okay?" she said softly. "We'll talk it out." There was a pause, so long she thought the line had gone dead. Then, "Okay." It was almost imperceptible, but Rachel heard the defeat in his voice. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Alex arrived an hour later, his shoulders hunched and his eyes cast down. Rachel didn't know what was going on with him, but she knew it was bad. As she pulled him into a tight hug, she felt his body tense. "It's going to be okay," she murmured. "I'm here for you." The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the distant wail of a siren. Rachel made them both tea, the warmth of the mug feeling like a lifeline in her trembling hand. They sat at the small table, the silence thick and oppressive. Rachel's heart hammered in her chest as she waited for him to speak. Finally, Alex looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. "It's just... it's all too much, Rach." He took a shaky breath. "I don't think I can do this anymore." The words hung in the air, a dark cloud threatening to suffocate them both. Rachel's heart skipped a beat as she realized the gravity of the situation. She reached out, her hand shaking slightly as it hovered over his. "Do what, Alex?" He stared into his tea, the steam swirling around his face. "Everything," he whispered. "I don't know how to keep going." The weight of his confession settled heavily on Rachel's shoulders. She had no idea what kind of storm was raging inside him, but she knew she had to be the one to help him weather it.

i have a story!! (warning rlly long) tw: suicide, panick attacks i think so there was this girl. were gonna call her a. she was my friend in 6th grade, she was pretty cool (pet peeve that i had with her is that she would chew gum with her mouth open or smth and i would see a booger in her nose so the gum she gave me started to taste bad. thats the only thing i thought was wrong with her.) so she was very mentally ill bcuz her dad killed himself and her brother is trans so her moms attention went to her brother mostly so she got depressed. i tried to be there for her but around 2 weeks till the end of 6th grade she sent out a gmail (thats how we texted each other) that she was going to thr mental hospital. we all wished her well and she didnt come back for the last day and stuff. we didnt hear from her and her gmail got deactivated so we thought she switched school districts. thats all we knew for a good few months.  then, out of nowhere she starting replying to gmails again on like september 15th (its sep 19 the day im writing this). so we all freak out, and this other person were gonna them i,. i (the person, not me) was a's ex girlfriend. (they were lesbians) and i's girlfriend (were gonna call her e) she was aslso kinda friends with a. so they both are like "OMG A HI" and a doesnt respond. so i makes a gmail thread about it and i (me) respong with "HUH? but her acc got deleted" and e and i were like "HUH???" so i tell them why and stuff. this was during 5th period and then during like 8th period (last of the day)  i sends another gmail in this thread saying "she doesnt remember me" and shows a photo a email she sent to a. a responds with "srry i dont know who you are". we are all very very confused  and e sends and email of a email she sent a aswell. a doesnt remember a either! so were all like what happened???? e sends another gmail to the thread with a message from a saying how she changed her hair to black shaved on the sides. e also sends a message of a saying i go by aster now. (her name before also started with a were gonna continue calling her that.) so then i sends a message theorizing about what happened. i says "I think they made her believe she's a whole different person :(".  then e says "yeah i think so bc trying to do what she did at that young of an age they may just make you new or something ". and we all agree that were very upset it turned out this way.  she didnt remember any of us.  i (not me) said "they had to change her image so nothing could really trigger the memories". so there was that and the last bell of the day rang. i (me) go to an afterschool program so i went to the cafeteria and i sends another message saying "L texted a's mom" L was someone a dated after breaking up with i. i (not me) sent a photo of L's messages with a's mom.  L: "hi (a's mom). this is L. wtf did they do to a?"A's mom: Hi L. what do you mean?"L: "does she still remember her friends from (our school name)?A's mom:  very much so. i pulled her out of (school name) and deleted the contacts because her "friends" were making her suicidal. she was having panic attacks just thinking about going back to school.that was all the information we got and a has said to stop emailing her so i didnt. this situation is actually really srs and i hope she gets better.

Well I guess we're making fanfiction on here now so hefe you guys go. Y'all can call me Sol btw. Enjoy this fanfic. NORMAL? by Sol What was it like, being normal? Angel had never known. Every day was the same for him. He got up, went to school, got bullied/harassed, and went home. It was the same, all day, every day. He had just wanted people to like him But he'd messed up. Angel couldn't go back to school now...not anymore... He sighed as he looked over the river, standing on the old bridge. This was it...he was going to see his friends again. He took the necklace his ex-boyfriend had given him, and tossed it aside. After that monster had killed all of Angel's friends? He didn't want anything to do with him So, taking a breath, he got one last look at the world, before jumping into the river...

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are u fucking kidding me this is the third time i got so fucking stressed this week??? yesterday i was fucking crying so much over possibly needing to get my wisdom teeth removed and then today suddenly at nearly 2am my mom came to my room telling me someone’s gonna see me at like 9am??? what the fuck??? like who, a psychologist?!?!?!?! why why why please make it stop i don’t want that to fucking happen i’m on the verge of fucking kms anyway i do not want to freaking be here anymore and i’m also on the verge of posting a long ass vent here… pathetic i know but i can’t fucking help it i’m so tired and done with everything and everyone. :(

ʰⁱⁱ ⁱ'ᵐ ᵃ 15ᶠ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵐᶠ ᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᵇᶠ ⁱ'ᵐ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵛᶜ :ᵈ ᵈⁱˢᶜ ⁱˢ: awi9000❤️

haha, im so sick of life i cant take this no more. whats the point when nobody loves me nor wants me here? im constantly in pain. I hope to be free soon, the constant thoughts of suicide, are really getting to me. im just barely 12, why is the world so cruel? i need to set myself free from this pain. im struggling terribly with life, its getting so bad. i wanna get up and do something but i cant get up. i dont wanna sit and drown in this pain. i cant escape this endless suffering, i want someone, something to put me out of this pain. i dont think ill make it past my birthday. - z

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kys!! >w<

✦ ʚ 🌷 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 🌷 ɞ ✦

Addressing the Concerns of Inappropriate Content on EmojiCombos.com In an era where digital tools and resources are accessible to a broad audience, including children, the potential for encountering inappropriate content is a growing concern. EmojiCombos.com, primarily known for its creative use of emojis and emoji combinations, has been scrutinized for potentially hosting inappropriate or adult content. This essay explores the implications of such content and its impact on users, particularly children. The Nature of Content on EmojiCombos.com EmojiCombos.com is designed to be a platform for generating and sharing emoji sequences, which can be used to enhance digital communication. While the primary focus of the site is on creative and expressive use of emojis, there have been reports suggesting that some users may exploit the platform to share inappropriate or adult-oriented content. This can include emojis arranged in ways that allude to explicit themes or messages. Potential Risks and Implications Exposure to Inappropriate Content: The presence of adult content on a platform accessible to children poses significant risks. Exposure to such material can be harmful, influencing young users' perceptions and behaviors in ways that are not developmentally appropriate. Children are particularly vulnerable to the impacts of inappropriate content, which can affect their emotional and psychological well-being. Parental Oversight: For parents and guardians, the challenge lies in monitoring and managing their children’s online activities. Platforms like EmojiCombos.com, which might not have stringent content moderation, require additional vigilance. Ensuring that children are guided and educated about safe online practices is essential to mitigate the risks associated with accessing inappropriate content. Platform Responsibility: It is the responsibility of platforms hosting user-generated content to implement effective moderation and filtering systems to prevent the dissemination of inappropriate material. Ensuring that content guidelines are clearly communicated and enforced can help in maintaining a safe environment for all users. Platforms should also provide reporting mechanisms for users to flag inappropriate content. Evaluating the Need for Better Controls The potential for inappropriate content on platforms like EmojiCombos.com highlights the need for improved controls and safeguards. While the platform's primary function is creative and benign, the presence of adult content underscores the importance of: Enhanced Content Moderation: Implementing advanced moderation tools and employing a dedicated team to review and manage user-generated content can help in preventing the spread of inappropriate material. Educational Initiatives: Educating users, especially children, about the risks associated with online content and promoting digital literacy can empower them to navigate the internet more safely. Parental Controls: Encouraging parents to use parental control tools and engage in open conversations with their children about online safety can contribute to a safer online experience. Conclusion In conclusion, while EmojiCombos.com serves as a creative and enjoyable platform for emoji enthusiasts, the potential presence of inappropriate content raises valid concerns, particularly regarding younger users. Addressing these concerns requires a collaborative effort between platform providers, users, and guardians to ensure that digital spaces remain safe and appropriate for all audiences. By implementing effective content moderation, educational initiatives, and parental controls, the risks associated with inappropriate content can be mitigated, allowing users to enjoy the platform in a secure environment.

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You seem to replace Your brain with your heart You take things so hard And then you fall apart You try to explain But before you can start Those cry baby tears Come out of the dark Someone's turning the handle To that faucet in your eyes They're pouring out Where everyone can see Your heart's too big for your body It's why you won't fit inside You pour it out Where everyone can see They call you cry baby, cry baby But you don't fucking care Cry baby, cry baby So you laugh through your tears Cry baby, cry baby 'Cause you don't fucking care Tears fall to the ground You just let them drown You just let them drown Cry baby, cry baby You're all on your own and You lost all your friends You told yourself that It's not you, it's them You're one of a kind And no one understands But those cry baby tears Keep coming back again Someone's turning the handle To that faucet in your eyes They're pouring out Where everyone can see Your heart's too big for your body It's why you won't fit inside You pour it out Where everyone can see They call you cry baby, cry baby But you don't fucking care Cry baby, cry baby So you laugh through your tears Cry baby, cry baby 'Cause you don't fucking care Tears fall to the ground You just let them drown Cry baby, cry baby You just let them drown Cry baby, cry baby You just let them drown I look at you and I see myself And I know you better than anyone else And I have the same faucet in my eyes So your tears are mine They call me cry baby, cry baby But I don't fucking care Cry baby, cry baby I laugh through my tears Cry baby, cry baby 'Cause I don't fucking care Tears fall to the ground I just let them drown Cry baby, cry baby I just let them drown Cry baby, cry baby You just let them drown They call you cry baby, cry baby I just let them drown Cry baby, cry baby You just let them drown - Melanie Martinez <3

im gonna kms in like three weeks :3

🔪🫁💌❤‍🩹🩻🌸☠️🧠🫀🦴🪓🕸🕷🍭🍨💗🧋🐻🧸🎀🎧🍭🍬💊🍼૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ʚ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎ɞᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)ᜊ𓆩⚝𓆪(҂ `з´) ︻╦̵̵̿╤──૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🐾(҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)⋆♱✮♱⋆👾✖📺૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!

if anyone is going thru what i am right now: do not die. whatever you do, DO NOT DIE. please do not die.

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Story of the wonder girl: Part 1 I was a depressed freak. No one in school wanted to play brookhaven with me. They're all fake, I thought to myself, I should shoot up the school. I had long black hair that reached all the way down to my thighs. I have bright blinding blue eyes that could make anyone blind if they stared into my eyes for too long. But no one ever stared at me anyway, I was just a freak in their dull black and white eyes that couldn't see the world how I saw it. I slowly walk to the closest gun store. I lived in America, so there was always a store that sold guns around the corner. "aren't you a little too young to be here?" the owner asked. My blue eyes slowly turn into a shade of blood red. I couldn't take the daily ridicule of not just the cruel high schoolers, but now also workers who were clearly below me on the social ranking. I curl my hand into a fist and smashed the glass that kept me away from the AK-47. "NO" the broke worker who probably had nothing left to live for cried. The minute my left hand managed to take ahold of the AK-47, the underpaid worker knew it was over for him. I shuffle back holding the gun as my hands slip into position, then boom. I fire the gun at the worker sending him crashing into the wall. A small smile appeared on my face. "heh..time to shoot up the school," I whispered reassuringly to myself while laughing quietly. The blood red color in my eyes were hard to see at first, but now they were easy to see from a mile away, meaning I craved blood. I calmly slip the AK-47 into my bag, then realize that I should get more people to shoot up the school with me, which meant I needed more guns. I kept smashing the glass and taking more and more guns. a mini gun, a rifle, a sniper, a pistol, and much more. I looked up at the workers body, which had now slid down to the ground and was bleeding out at a rapid rate. That fool, I thought. He dared to question me, and now he faced the cost of it. I walk out of the gun store as if nothing happened, knowing it was quite the opposite. I close my eyes for a minute and take full control of my inner demons that I let come out when I got mad at the worker. My bag gave me a lot back pain since most of the guns were extremely heavy. "I must suffer a bit in order to accomplish a goal.." I said to myself. But while I wasn't looking, an old man had crept up behind me. "Watcha doin' lil girl? Girls like you should't be thinking." I couldn't control my inner demons. I instantly start levitating and strike the old man down. I saw 10 people on the sidewalk, staring, like they'd just seen Satan himself. They weren't just anyone though, They were witnesses. They all had to die. My inner demons now in full control grab the minigun from my bag and shoot everyone there. "NO WITNESSES." My inner demons chanted over and over again. "NO.. WITNESSES!!!!" Once everyone on the sidewalk had been shot up with the minigun, I take control of my demons, put the gun back in my bag, and continue walking. I knew no one would notice a few dead bodies on the side of the road, people always got shot up in America so this was normal. I look up from the bloody sidewalk as my hair flew in the wind. I had to go home, and plan how I was going to shoot up the school. Part 2 The walk home felt like a victory lap. Each heavy thud of my boots against the pavement was a drumbeat celebrating my newfound purpose. The weight of the arsenal in my bag was a comforting burden, a promise of the chaos to come. My mind, however, was a whirlwind of strategizing. How could I maximize the impact? How could I ensure that everyone felt the full force of my rage? I pictured their faces, the vapid smiles of the popular kids, the sneers of the bullies, the blank stares of the teachers who never saw me. They would all know my name tomorrow, they would all tremble. A new wave of rage simmered inside of me, and my vision momentarily turned to a crimson blur. I had to focus, to channel this energy into something more strategic than just shooting blindly. As I reached my street, I spotted a familiar figure on my porch – my mom. Her face was etched with worry, as usual. She was a good mom, I thought, in her own pathetic, oblivious way. She worried about me, made sure I had food and clothes, but she could never understand the torment I felt. She didn't see me, not really. I forced a neutral expression as I approached. "Hey mom," I said, my voice sounding foreign even to my own ears. "Where have you been? I was worried sick!" she exclaimed, her hands fluttering nervously. "Also your bags looking extra heavy today." "Just out," I replied, pushing past her into the house. The thought of having to explain to my mother why my bag was heavy, well, that idea was just sad to me. I went straight to my room, ignoring her calls behind me. I locked the door, then threw my bag on the bed, the springs of my bed creaking under the weight of the guns. I sank onto the floor, my back against the bed, a sadistic smile stretching across my face. The plan started to form. I'd need to start in the cafeteria, the heart of the school, the place where everyone gathered to gossip. Then I'd move on to the hallways, the classrooms, hunting them down like the pathetic animals they were. The school needed to be cleansed. It needed to be reborn in fire. I pulled out a notebook, my thoughts pouring out onto the page, written in a messy scribble of a deranged mind. The cafeteria, then the hallways, then the library, then the gym, then the teachers lounge. Each location had to be marked and ready for action. Then I started drawing out the floor plan of the high school, marking every single escape route that the students could try to take. If they decided to try and run away, I would know exactly where they'd be going. Then I grabbed my phone and started searching up all of the most dangerous fighting techniques I could use to increase my chances of survival and also increase my chances of dealing severe damage. No one was going to escape me. I'd make sure of it. No one. Part 3 The hours flew by as I finalized my plans. The sun began to set, casting long, ominous shadows across my room. I felt a surge of anticipation, a thrill that coursed through me like electricity, making my blood boil. It was almost time, and I was counting down the seconds. Before I went to bed, I pulled out the AK-47, its cold metal a comforting weight in my hands. I examined it, each part of it, and the magazines that came with it, then I carefully loaded it, feeling the satisfying click of each bullet sliding into place. I had to make sure it was ready for tomorrow, and that I was ready too. I went through each individual gun and tested it out. Then I cleaned each barrel, making sure that they had no rust and no extra things that could mess with the guns performance tomorrow. Then I placed the guns back in a specific order, so that I knew where everything was located. The mini gun was on the left, then the AK-47, then the rifle, then the sniper, and then the pistol. I fell asleep, my mind filled with images of the chaos to come. The sound of gunshots filled my dreams, replacing the taunts and the scorn I usually heard. It was a symphony of pain, and I was the conductor. The next morning, I woke up with a sense of calm that surprised me. The blood red hue in my eyes was even more vibrant than the day before. It was almost like I'd permanently transformed into my inner demons. I went through my usual morning routine, but with a new sense of purpose. Every brushstroke on my long hair, every step I took, was deliberate, precise. I had to be perfect for the show i was about to put on. I put on my usual black clothes, pulled on a pair of boots, and grabbed my bag. A quick look at myself in the mirror confirmed that I looked ready to go. I was a goddess of destruction, a harbinger of doom. My mom was in the kitchen, making breakfast. She smiled at me, oblivious to the darkness that had taken over my soul. I didn't bother saying goodbye, just walked out the door and into the morning sun. My hand gripped the handle of the bag tighter as I walked to school. I barely even felt the weight of the guns anymore. It was like an old friend, ready to embark on one last mission. My heart started pounding out of my chest, as I neared the school. My time had come.(part four???)

"no bcs istg i'm going to pinterest bcs how tf y'all manage to make a emoji combo website freaky my ass is js tryna find a discord bio 😭🙏🏼" KILL YOURSELF. LITERALLY JUST KILL YOURSELF. STOP FILLING THIS WEBSITE WITH TRASH WTF. KILL YOURSELF.

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