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Mateuš Conrad
36/M/Essex (England)    as attempted in third person biographical form: will not write in third person, an ongoing auto- and first person - salvo!
20/Non-binary/Maryland    Aspiring writer wanting to be famous before burning out. Californication is my life in ten years if I'm still around.
Melissa S
I am from a small town in Alabama. I use to keep a journal several years ago and quit writing altogether when I got too …
Jamil Massa
32/M/Indonesia    A father, a reader, a poetry lover.
Brent Kincaid
Kapaa, Kaua'i, Hawaii    Brent Kincaid, born in Kansas City, Missouri just before WWII ended, moved to Hollywood in 1967 to pursue a career as a singer, actor and …
My vanity books are available on amazon.com: THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON'T FORGET YOUR SHOES …
r
r
NC    Life provides the contours, poets provide the shading and color ~ r All rights reserved.
Seema
41/F/Fiji Islands    In solitude, I abide.
Yue Wang Yitkbel
31/Toronto    Yuexingyitkbelwang@gmail.com "I am dreamer who reaps eternity" - Yitkbel My Vanity Press Poetry Collections: https://linktr.ee/Yitkbel All poems are original. Previously known as and published under …
its gonna make sense
26/Two-Spirit/Philippines    doesn't make any sense/ trying hard to be a poet/ in between- madness and sanity, reality and fantasy. /Twitter, IG & Wattpad : @IGMSOfficial/ Tiktok …
Lvice
16/Following the bees    Včely
...don't know? don't judge! you only know what you see // (h)our (s)hell // scorch, scorch; pass the torch... don't play with fire on the …
17/F/UK    Mostly just me venting TW: mental illness :)
Hallucinate BoY
M/Bangladesh    I love to create rhythm on dark depressive emotions that surrounded insights of the soul. And listening music helps me to blast this experience through …
Neha Srivastava
F/Noida    A deep thinker
Alvira Perdita
20/F/South Africa    i am nobody. i aspire to be somebody.
Joy
Joy
CA    these are the utterings behind my rose-colored lens. est. 1996

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