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Saying whenA Story by Marina De los SantosI’ve always strived to be a good person. I’ve obviously failed grandly so, so many times. Sometimes I feel like I’ve failed even mor.. |
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CRAZY MIKE ONIONS /or/ TATTOO MEA Story by Robert FilosFrom When i Paint My Masters Piece |
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THE LEGEND OF THE HUNDRED HALLS Where have all th..A Story by Robert FilosFrom When I Paint My Masters Piece |
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A Quest For BelongingA Story by ImageryA child sets out on a quest for belonging. |
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Day 22A Chapter by Willem GrayDay 22 I have been quite a busy boy recently. I grew my beard to an absurd length and only after weeks of looking like a real unkempt twat I de.. |
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WHO DAT? The All American kid From NYCA Poem by Robert FilosA little bit of free form free flow |
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a promiseA Poem by klsymy parents never knewthey never knew that the wooden door of the room they always shut me out ofwhen they wanted to "have an adult conversation"wasn't.. |
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Three sproutsA Poem by Adam ParkerA story about growing up. |
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Born Gay. Not Made Gay.A Story by Beating the OddsWith it being the season of Pridefests, id figure id share my story. |
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Who should I be?A Story by Another brick in the wallGrowing up I never knew what I wanted to be. Who I wanted to become. I used to dream about being the kindest and sweetest woman on earth. As I soon r.. |
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IVOR SNOTNOSE AT PLAYA Story by Peter RogersonA bored boy investigates digital mischief |
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Voice of DirectionA Poem by Nick Lynottpoem about growing up |
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A user has left your channelA Story by TykI wrote this a while ago about a group that I care very much about. The response was less than ideal, and so I never showed anyone else. |
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I don't Have a FatherA Poem by erlanceI don't have a father.He is not dead. He is very well alive. I have his number, his address, and I can talk to him at any moment.He did not completely.. |
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On The RunA Poem by Mark Alexander BoehmThanks for telling me to walk away Because I was nearing my darkest day With way too many bad things to say to you. You say you would've fought for.. |
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age, 16A Poem by inkonpaperhow will i get through life when i can't even handle being 16?theres' just so much pressure from education to family, from one party to anothernot to .. |
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MaturationA Poem by CASSARAMaturation is not the result of accumulation,But rather of deprivation; Like an ice sculpture, it is the chiseling to a difference. Giving order to .. |
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Growing UpA Poem by MusterMyMonstersSomebody I used to know |
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