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Bah humbug....

Bah humbug....

A Story by Dawn


It's the time of caring and sharing and showinglove towards others in this world. Outwith youronly family members of course. Well, that is partof the ..
The hypocrites in power.

The hypocrites in power.

A Poem by Dawn


The hypocrites who rule over us all on this planetcalled earth.relentlessly pours downwards towards the less fortunatein this world. Who suffersthe mo..
No Answer

No Answer

A Poem by Farag Afify


There's always at least an answer for each question, but if you get many fake answers for the same question then you're still in need for an answer ....
The Unhappy Soul wanting to be Free

The Unhappy Soul wanting to be Free

A Poem by Dawn


You can be lonely in a crowded room.Yet still, see the darkness but pin on your fake face to flash a smile.To hide the sufferingand pain within.You ca..
An ounce,PBR, and a stoge.

An ounce,PBR, and a stoge.

A Poem by cofrayy


he used me, for a social status and it hurt
Upper Eastside

Upper Eastside

A Poem by Dawn


She is a rich b***h livingin Upper EastsideCarnegie HillNY City.Fur coat, botoxsurgical enhancementslong well-manicured fingers nailsbig lips and high..
IT'S EASY TO PRETEND

IT'S EASY TO PRETEND

A Poem by raj24


QUESTIONS FOR LIFE
The real you....

The real you....

A Poem by Dawn


If the mask fitsand makes you fake happiness.And you don't mind wearing it.Keep it on.And fool everyoneincluding yourself. MORE SO.But one day you wil..
What Dark Night Says to Me!

What Dark Night Says to Me!

A Poem by Balaram Sarkar


The Night has a darkness It has no blood and flesh. It leads me to bed With no roses, red. It tells me a clean In my sweetest dream, "Stay h..
Gordon Banks

Gordon Banks

A Chapter by Jostein Kasse


Gordon BanksPosted to Facebook on 11th of February, 2019.Posted to Twitter on the 11th of February, 2019.An article published by the Daily Mail on ..
I and the Blindfolded

I and the Blindfolded

A Story by C_theSurrealist


how can you expose your real self if everyone is not accepting the real you?
I.M N.O.T

I.M N.O.T

A Poem by Kathrine Rethorn


They build me up to something I can't be. I'm bound to fall from this pedestal eventually.

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