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Silent RainA Poem by Melinda McQueenRaining blessings. |
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PurposeA Poem by Josh AndersonWe all have a purpose on this Earth |
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An extract from a place I once knew.A Chapter by JelliottRA short chapter, provided as a seemingly random extract. Docken describes how he remembers this 'event' |
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Speaking to Every Girl's Self-WorthA Story by Carly_Ruth“Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing tha.. |
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A Tale of Dust and MemoryA Book by S. D. ForogarA story about a world that has 'died,' one in which a single being struggles with the purpose in mind of restoring it. Having failed in its task, this.. |
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The QuestionA Poem by WalczakA poem about life's greatest question. |
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PurposeA Poem by Auburn FoxPurposeIn this fearsome continuancesomehow we manage to find our waylike leaves falling slowly to the groundor with the ambition of a crusadersome whe.. |
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Believe in money or believe in yourself.A Poem by LaylaK21Pain=Strength=Character=Indentity=Confidence=Hopeful=Motivations=Successful= Self=acceptance=Self=achievement= Ultimate Happiness. |
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Why it MattersA Story by Don't just B, but B amazi..Doing research for another manuscript closely related, I stumbled across a contest called truth contest. www.truthcontest.com It was kind of ironic, s.. |
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AnomieA Poem by Robert RonnowShould we invite the neighbors over for dinner?Their politics so different from ours.All the more reason. Combat anomie!He's worried the town's losing.. |
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Nature's Intelligent PartnerA Poem by Robert RonnowThe wood is stacked for winter.One way out of the mind's limitationsis through other minds' contemplations.The books are stacked for winter.Yet even t.. |
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By the Seat of the Soul's PantsA Poem by Robert RonnowTo presume to write to someone about courageand not complaining, don't importune or make dying people cry.I've always said Leave me alone with autumn... |
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Man's MachinesA Poem by Robert RonnowMight as well go to market.Gather money, kindling. The economyscary, debt deep, winter coming. Remindsme of my youth, cold poor and scaredbut living t.. |
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