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Reason why I hate small towns, and woolworths, and..A Story by Astrid AlexanderI have never hated woolworths so much than right now. I applied for a job at the cashier and didn't get hiresd, but it's more than that. I have this r.. |
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AN ODE HAS FALLEN ILLA Poem by kublakhan2712 30 10 |
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Reach for it.A Poem by featherstoflightdo you really reach for it? everyday you stumble onto the beaten path of thisyou’ve gone down this road before so many time you call it homegree.. |
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Anthem for the UninspiredA Poem by Accord_InsaneAnthem for the uninspired Sitting listless, languid, tired Concentration breaking, tearing Boredom crushing, dark, despairing. Sluggish mo.. |
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cozy bedA Poem by mitalithis was a poem i wrote when i was lazing around the house in my summer vacations. i had nothing better to do, so i thought i might as well write a la.. |
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The Final Day of SummerA Story by アキス&..A short story about some guy, on the day the title denotes. There's also coffee. |
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My Life is a RerunA Poem by Elle ThompsonThis is an autobiographic piece about the last two months of my life. This piece focusses on the peculiar ability to warp time that your television ha.. |
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Drowned....A Poem by smilempsnDrowned in feelings... |
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Lazy Mister Potato HeadA Poem by Luke LI used to think people were too hardTalked too much shitOn someone where it wasn't warrantedBut f**k that some peopleAre hated for good reasonThis wea.. |
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The Hard Working Mother And her Lazy ChildrenA Story by Omegax45A widowed mother worked hard every day for her lazy children, with one of them interested in learning how to do chores. When she leaves and doesn't r.. |
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TwistedA Poem by The Vintage NailA verbal out lay, an emotional roller coaster of love |
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InsoucianceA Poem by Nada ZProse about a particular walk. |
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Lazily I LieA Poem by Writing And EditsLook at me. A terrible mess. Zones like in a battle. I have a constant war with myself. You're Late, but still present. Unfortunately, You can.. |
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A study in what not to doA Poem by Christopher WithersDeadlines besiege me, as stress pennoned limbsache for action, yet, procrastination consumes me.I know relief will come, when: task completeI can trul.. |
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Sunday morning at WednesdayA Poem by simplymehow i spent my day :p totally jobless. |
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