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Doug Potter
Iowa   
Georgia Marginson-Swart
22/F/London    My days in a twilight haze
Sumina Thapaliya
Nepal    Speak the language of silent thoughts...!!
the gay with a broken heart
21/Two-Spirit/Closet    a gay who pretend to be a damsel in distress who doesn't have a prince
Arlo Disarray
In your imagination    I'm not here to save the world, or destroy it. Simply, just to live in it.
rachel burch
Tavistock Devon    Devon based Landscape Photographer Rachel Burch BA Hons Living & Working on Dartmoor I am a professional photographer and have an educational background in Arts ...
Cody Haag
23/M/Erie, PA    I once compared myself to a flower, But flowers seem to wither apart. They cannot withstand the cold, Nor can they endure a dark heart.
Valora Brave
fort collins    Time is a language I'm learning
Sydney Queen
everything I do is stupid and fundamentally evil
Roo
Roo
England    Rosie. 'I know why logs spit. I know what it is to be consumed'
Vernell Allen
Mississippi    My new Poetry Collection, SOBER. is out now. Please check it out on amazon! https://www.amazon.com/Sober-Lee-Allen-ebook/dp/B07TSZ5ZP5/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=sober.+lee+allen&qid=1563940599&s=gateway&sr=8-1
Wednesday
Roanoke, Virginia    Sad but haughty.
Denxai Mcmillon
27/Non-binary/Frederick    it isn't always depression it could be that you've simply outgrown things you feel you need.
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez
M/Manila    Let me be the name that resonates in your head before you sleep. Don't steal my work.
am i ee
form is emptiness emptiness is form ~ The Heart Sutra Ga-te, ga-te, para-ga-te, para-samga-te, Bodhi svaha! Gone, gone, completely gone, utterly gone, behold Wisdom!
antxthesis
Jamaica    "Sadness is my home, Because happiness is too short lived." TWITTER: antxthesis wattpad : swaniidelrey IG: wild.chrysanthemum
Eloi
20/F/London    Such a society we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of knowledge, and drowning in a lake of ignorance. Artist, and writer.
Diane
Minneapolis, MN    “Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic ...

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