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Sadness
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The Red BalloonA Poem by Niyo-punIf only your worries and fears simply could fly away...just like a shiny red balloon. |
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The Blue OceanA Poem by IronnA little poem about someone who I loved and cherished like my other half. |
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A Conversation With MyselfA Poem by dillonjensenI tried to make this from the perspective of my inner voice talking to me in my head. Wow, that sounded odd. Hope you like it. Instagram: @dillonleeje.. |
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World's SadnessA Story by Aanchal BhararaAfter seeing the problems of other people, our problems seem to be very small |
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II: LossesA Chapter by AlisoideFind out about earlier life of the main character. |
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Someone Like HelenaA Story by Brett PritchardA lonely life can stop being lonely if you find someone to share it with. A problem shared is after all a problem solved. Or is it....? |
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Solitary ThoughtsA Poem by Nikoleanthe thoughts that come with lonely nights |
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OCTOBER MOONA Poem by Carmina EchaviaCold is the night under the October Moon, And beside her a falling star Racing with my falling tear. |
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Why I told You I wanted to be with YouA Story by Amy A.Words on being a troubled woman, when he said he loved me and didn’t mean it & impulsive 3am purchases. |
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lost sleevesA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust something in the notes on my phone. I am not a writer |
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The walkA Poem by aishaxsal7- to the world - |
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Shadows and darknessA Story by Jacob NichollsWhy?Why only me?Why am I the only one who is the outcast in this world of men and monsters why am I the only one that they don't love, cares for me, o.. |
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TearsA Poem by jordyn27They gather in your eyes, Sting like mace, Before they claw their way Down 'round your face. They drip from your nose, Quiet like a feather, See.. |
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Park TherapyA Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I said, I really can't write. This is just my therapy. Everything I post originates from the muddled lines of my notebook. It's all just a coping.. |
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Forever was fastA Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I can't write. This is just a coping mechanism suggested to me. Everything is pulled un-edited from a muddled beat up notebook. Mos.. |
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Hate the disease, not me.A Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I am not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism recommended to me. Everything is pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I c.. |
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If you can't run, drive.A Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I'm not a writer. These are things pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I carried when I ran away from home. Everything is u.. |
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Five yearsA Poem by ThisismythearpyI'm not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism recommended to me. everything is pulled from the muddled lines of my notebook from when I ran away. |
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