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Job.

Job.

A Story by Astrid Alexander


I'm moving to a city soon with a few of my fiends and I desperately need a job. I have been told by my English teacher that I give great advice, and I..
Who Am I?

Who Am I?

A Poem by SPF


Who am I?I am me.The one that others cannot seeThe pretty face I hide behindHolds inside a prismatic mindWho am I?I am me.Who knows that life isn&rsqu..
Blindfold

Blindfold

A Poem by YouoweYoupay


I can't see with all my three eyes..
Little Lost Girl

Little Lost Girl

A Poem by ForeverNever


Aren't we all a little lost?
Find Me

Find Me

A Poem by Healing Star


Finding Yourself. This came to me as a song, still trying to get the melody right, like I heard it at work but did not have my recorder.
Where My Demons Hide

Where My Demons Hide

A Story by Isabel TC


Drowning in your own twisted fate, where else is there to go but yourself? Only what if that too, has been taken away?
Through The Heart

Through The Heart

A Poem by Healing Star


A song about finding your dreams through your Heart.
Finding Happiness, just for one day

Finding Happiness, just for one day

A Poem by Onlyme


If I could truly be happy just for one daythat gift of genuinely pure happiness withinme. It would be the greats gift. I could procureand cherish.Not ..
Until I Met You

Until I Met You

A Poem by Healing Star


About finding True Self.
Finding a Personal Landscape

Finding a Personal Landscape

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Finding and travelling to where I was.
To Be Found

To Be Found

A Book by Why Nori


Its not easy find oneself when lost.
talk about it

talk about it

A Poem by Shirlena


self
I've Been

I've Been

A Poem by Healing Star


A song to Self.
Faith

Faith

A Poem by Violet's Run


A matter of a crisis in faith
Fleeting Searches

Fleeting Searches

A Poem by fiery-san


It is something unnameable. Yet familiar. Fleeting. Addicting. You could not help but search. Search until...
Insatiable -Opening

Insatiable -Opening

A Story by Bridgett


When you find out who you are, how does it happen? Do you find yourself in a dark room, or with a razor in your hands.
I'm with you

I'm with you

A Story by Larrycall


Sometimes strangers end up meaning so much more than you thought
finding me-the journey

finding me-the journey

A Poem by ayesha gupta


this is still incomplete, and so the poem..