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This one's really just for me so if no one likes it that's okay
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I've been working on this one for a while, but I don't know if I'll ever really finish it, so here's where it's at right now.
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A Story by Brina
I am not a great poet, or even a great writer in general, but I do love writing poetry. For me, it offers a form of expression rooted in both anonymit..
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Her laughter is like church bells.It reaches the rafters of every roomAnd makes me believe for just a momentThere might be something greater,Because w..
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Today, the morning after my mother and sister left for Minnesota, I opened the fridge. Inside were three beautiful, red and round honeycrisp apples. T..
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Your freckles were dandelion seeds,Blown with the tender breath of a child out of school,Come to land on the first pretty thing they see.Your voice wa..
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To be woman is to be prettyTo be anxious is that being my weaknessTo be woman is people thinking me ditzyTo be anxious is letting them believe thatTo ..
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I wrote this a couple years ago and I'm still not sure yet how I feel about it.
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A Story by Brina
Searching among the rubble these careless children have left in their wake, I find you. Just by looking at you it is clear this is not your first ti..
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A Story by Brina
I am twelve years old. I have spent the entire day with my best friend, Jessie. As we are
settling down for bed in the living room of her townhouse, ..
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