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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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