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Landon Keys
32/M/OK    Words and musings of a terrible poet.
Preeti Karnwal
17/F/India    Because I am a human
Leila The Kiwi
25/F/New Zealand    "I like to use my brokenness to make poetry. I sprinkle my worn out soul onto the ink of my pen, in hopes of making โ€ฆ
48/M/India    I am not a peot or writer. I am just a simple soul who writes what I feel from my heart. I seek answers to โ€ฆ
19/M/Bihar, India    World's a lie; Truth's a threat... Life's a mess; Better be a hypocrite
my head    she / they <3
The Lost Note Poet
20/M/Oregon,USA,Earth,MilkyWay    gay and new to poetry#deadinsidegoals i dont know me anymore
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20/F/Purple world    The expert in anything was once a beginner โšก๐Ÿ’œ
Surkhab
21/F/Panjab    All the things I have written are my original works!ยฉ I think I am a poet and I am meant to be intense, can't run โ€ฆ
Rios
22/M    How long can we be a sad song?
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Infamous one
22/Gotham    Hello friend! My name is infamous1! I've been writing for years, its my voice. I'm being more creative no longer self destructive. I started writing โ€ฆ
Deepali
22/F/India    Let emotions unwind ๐Ÿ‚
Dolores
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Isaac afunadhula
20/M/kireaka    A hankering for writing is the furnace in me and I want to use it to light up worlds that have been dull and dark
Jme Love
44/F/Cloud9    I think. I feel. I write. Sometimes i share sometimes i dont. Im no different than anyone else. Just trying to make it in a โ€ฆ
You've Been Timetabled
The Exclusion Zone    Reposts of great work from HP writers, so they can be spotlighted and not lost. Inspired by ScriptedReposts. And dedicated to all the reposters on โ€ฆ
Valsa George
India    Spend my time reading and writing poems. Through poetry, one can establish soul connections with the right kind of people. Love of Nature is deeply โ€ฆ
Grace E
28/F/Probably a coffee shop    My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. Selah
Rastislav
M/world    iโ€™m the static between stations. the page before the first word. a lost label from a dream-map folded into someone elseโ€™s pocket. sometimes, i write โ€ฆ
fray narte
27/F/Philippines    for the soft lilacs, violently pressed and decaying against my chest
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