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BootsA Story by RoughWaterJohnFitting in and growing up |
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chevre de la solitudeA Poem by Anna Auel“I buried my heart beneath your walls the only place I ever felt at home.” crossing the street, admiring the elegant laundress𱉮.. |
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October 23rdA Poem by Saint No-One |
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I Miss YouA Story by ThisiscraeI miss you so much. I miss seeing you in your most likely a mismatched outfit. I miss seeing your dimples when you smile. I miss how you constantly tr.. |
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MaterialA Poem by Lucy In WonderlandA cheesy poem I wrote awhile back about material girls. Very simple, based on "Material Girl" by The Weeknd / The Noise |
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Tune out, Turn on, seek Johnny.A Poem by MicWho are you... really? You think that? You listen to that? You believe that? |
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Chapter One: Amari BigaraA Chapter by CrimsonNiEver wonder what it feels like when your mind and body are at war meanwhile you're trying to maintain an ordinary life with your job, best friend, and.. |
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QuiescentA Poem by That Black Bat LicoriceRed 40. Slow.A woman wipes her child's nose with an over-sized hanky.The sun makes everything over-sized,Makes everyone shrink.Windows with old fashio.. |
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Story Time Chapter 2A Chapter by ThisiscraeSeptember 5th Dear diary, I’ll start from where I last left off with my text from Tucker. I was indecisive about going to meet with .. |
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Pushing Away the Old, Letting in the New Chapter 3A Chapter by ThisiscraeSeptember 9th, Hello Diary, Okay that just sound weird, but enough worrying about how I start my entries. It is finally then end of the week. Yes it w.. |
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In My HeadA Poem by R.M.W.Judge me if you like. I really won't care. I already judge myself much more than you know. |
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Happy Homecoming? Chapter 4A Chapter by ThisiscraeOctober 16th, I’m giving up on the whole salutation thing and just going to start writing. I haven’t written in a while but nothing really.. |
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The Aftermath Chapter 5A Chapter by ThisiscraeOctober 16th, I know I already wrote today, but so much other stuff happened since this morning. When I got up all my roommates were gone, because the.. |
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By It's Cover...A Poem by Saint No-OneWe are taught from a peculiarly young ageNot to judge a book by its cover.A lesson that is often forgotten almostBefore it is taught.We all wear masks.. |
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