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Anonymous 1 year ago


Do you feel suppressed even among friends?

Why do I feel being excluded? Why do I feel being suppressed? The answer is unknown; life is yet to unfold its mysterious enigma with me. The arduous part is decrying myself for everything that transpires. I also have a say but still, it's either un...

Anonymous 1 year ago


Efforts matter for than anything

Passion It is something we do for ourselves not to rejoice others.  I did my stint with much forbearance and arduous work with reasonable exploration. But, still, they kept pointing at my trivial mistakes and used it to impede my say rather than...

Celtic_warrior 6 years ago

fights of the inner self

We all do it, we all have our doubts in our abilities

You're a great writer You know how to catch the attention Of your reader. All of your words flow just right. Never stepping on one another. Marching like soldiers in formation. Listening to others is fine....

aussie_kitty77 6 years ago

You are enough!

Always believe in yourself...

She hides herself away scared hoping wanting someone, anyone to care enough to come and look for her and offer her a hand. She waits minutes turn to hours which turn to months and years. She sees life passing her by

I am committed and determinedI wonder do slow and steady really do win the raceI hear my name being calledI see myself as a recipient of something greatI want to share my reward with the runners-upI am committed and determinedI...

The Road is uncertain ahead, but I have no fear. Moonlight guided my every step, setting the dark cobblestones aglow. I move forward and the doubt from my soul eases.For far too long now, I shielded myself from the worldStemming from t...

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She sits at the smoky bar alone by choice. The neon Bud sign casts a blue glow on her face. Her shoulders straight, her elbows slung casually across the back of the barstool.Jack on the Rocks, Red Sox on the TV.She isn’t worried about her...