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Lior Gavra
My new book, "BitterSweet," has hit #1 New Release on Amazon's Best Sellers List, I hope you can grab a copy! Sample stories in the …
NuBlaccSoul
24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …
Unwanted
To live without hope, is not to live to live without love, its not worth it to live you stole the only love i could …
Cunning Linguist
29/M/An illusion of reality    VIEW UNCENSORED WORKS @ https://www.tumblr.com/search/reidums/recent I, Colonel Ingus, the Cunning Linguist, am at your cervix.
Florida    I write what I feel. I'm not particularly a rhyming poet although it does happen. I live to be free though my words, my movements, …
imadeitallup
I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SAY THIS, BUT SO MUCH OF MY WORK HAS BEEN STOLEN THAT I WILL NO LONGER BE POSTING ON HERE. IT …
antxthesis
Jamaica    "Sadness is my home, Because happiness is too short lived." TWITTER: antxthesis wattpad : swaniidelrey IG: wild.chrysanthemum
Danielle Cusanelli
Montclair, NJ    “Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?” -Sylvia Plath
Karen Wyld
Rotherham, England    I am a mother of two lovely teenagers, a surrogate mum to two adults and a surrogate nanny. I am married to Lee. I love …
Joseph Childress
30/M/Detroit    Writer, Poet, Avid Reader, Lover of Political Science, Astronomy, Ancient History/Philosophy, Theology, HipHop and everything else that keeps the brain growing!
Soldier of Fortune
JWolfeB
27/M/Cairo, Egypt    5th grade teacher in Cairo, Egypt. Originally from Washington State. On an endless search to find the things life is about like sour patch kids …
JustChloe
My name is Chloe Jackson and I am a rising poet. I will soon be starting my youtube channel so wait up for that. Thank …
Riot
Pennsylvania    "all my little life, i tried to get it right, but no one hears when the kids cry, and most of our wounds never heal …

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