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VulnerableA Story by AriLove and life, a complex combination |
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Lifeless patchA Poem by FictionWhen the love of your life leaves, emotionally scarring you. |
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Thornless RoseA Poem by LE BerryOf wanting life to be as we want it, and life as it is... |
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Losing the LonelyA Poem by Rusty95An experimental poem. |
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Everyone Hurts Sometime...A Story by OnlymeJohnny Cash - Hurt.Like the famous song says.We all hurt sometimes.But you have got to remember.You are far from alone.As others do care.If you give t.. |
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Leaving What Makes Me HappyA Poem by Ally AnnI run away from happiness time and time again even when it looks me in the eyes and tells me to stay |
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ConfusionA Poem by PatrickPinkHospitals can be confusing. Especially when you don't know how you got there, and are very, very drunkm |
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GriefA Poem by David KaminskyCan I still sail without you? |
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Sympathetic (sorry-for-myself)A Poem by PatrickPinkCurrently, I'm dealing with a broken ankle and shattered bones in my foot. Just some thoughts I've had since. |
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(they don't)A Poem by Charlotte e.e. Griffithsthe streets burn.everything burnsbut still the words won't come. i havelost every sense of significance to the firesthat took all the homes iloved, an.. |
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the drabA Poem by Charlotte e.e. Griffithsthe distance we walked to find ourselves was not enough.we sit in dark alleys and burn butts down to the nub in hopesof burning our fingers andwe wait.. |
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Abortion's Aftermath: What Kind of Mother was I?A Poem by D. L. Hutsonpost-abortion syndrome. |
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Take holdA Story by magensbySometimes we get caught up in the hustle and bustle of life. Maybe it's time to stop and take hold |
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Fix MeA Poem by Daniielle7She's spinning in a white dress dripping in lace.It's cold and unforgiving like the marble staircase.and the tears are streaming down her face,and the.. |
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2/8/19A Poem by Andre PetersonThis is right. This where my heart should be. Beneath steps that are hidden behind the street. While lowlifes imitate gentlemen. I am ignoring my .. |
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We All BruiseA Poem by Ripples of My ThoughtsI see the painThere is nothing to gainWe are the sameWe hurt, we woundWe all bruise.The past is the history,The future is a mystery,Try to make a chan.. |
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