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IsaacA Poem by caitlin_nicoel17What do you dowhen the boy you are in love withdoesn't even know your name?What do you do when that same boylikes your best friend?How do youdeal with.. |
Your the bestA Poem by CidI wrote this poem for a nice and a best friend. I written it at 04:05 pm in a friday evening. |
FriendsA Poem by Jacky SewellThey are those who bring joy in their eyes,those who support us in our life journey…They are those who are always in our company,and those who .. |
Song of SistersA Poem by Avondale KendjaIt doesn't have to bloodWhen even blood goes to rot.It doesn't have to be close,Since things burn and go sour faster.IT doesn't have to be clear in fa.. |
friendshipA Poem by taarini2307we all have friends but are they our real real real friends it is just like love for everyone it has a different definition |
"An Old FRIEND " ( Every Friend must Read )A Story by Kovid Patel MidivelliA Short story about " An Old FRIEND " Words = 100 Note : Feel free to read this :) |
Dear Old FriendA Poem by Amulya Leona NoronhaDear old friend,I know you’re out there making new friends.I know you’re finding more joy out there with them.I know you’ll complete.. |
Super SecretA Book by theHobbitWill, is a college student who doubles as the supervillain, Staal. He and his sidekick Mist face off with Himmel and her sidekick The Vine. Will's roo.. |
Chapter 1A Chapter by theHobbit"You see we're thieves, the best in the whole city. We're Staal and Mist, and we rule the city of Aynor hand in hand." |
Chapter 2A Chapter by theHobbit"You see we're thieves, the best in the whole city. We're Staal and Mist, and we rule the city of Aynor hand in hand." |
Chapter 3A Chapter by theHobbitYou see we're thieves, the best in the whole city. We're Staal and Mist, and we rule the city of Aynor hand in hand. |
Midnight FightA Poem by Elena R‘Friends.’ Cold chills shoot through her veins. It used to be synonymous with love. Now, it’s what she evades it to stay sane,.. |
FriendA Poem by Ribbons entwiningThis is one that just popped into my head. |
School and College life..A Poem by ashish hajagulkarSchool is past life of learning and college is the gift of past efforts |