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The person that I have been

A person like me does not deserve to live in this cruel and unselfish world

The person that I have been
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Thebeezybee

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IN THE EYES OF THE ONE I LOVE

In the eyes of the one I love, I see rainfall in the desert, I see peace in the storms, Everything becomes beautiful. In the eyes of the one I love, Sorrow leaves and joy stays, Smiles stream deep from my heart, The sun shines on everything I do. In the eyes of the one I love, I fly high like an eagle, Mountains become surmountable, My dreams become achievable. In the eyes of the one I love, I find strength when I am weak, Tears are but streams of joy flowing endlessly, My heart beats melodiousl

IN THE EYES OF THE ONE I LOVE
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k1nOfficial

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"Cyberspace: A love I found"

this poem gives content to a love that's found on virtual space

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Enyonam Bonsi

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I CAN MAKE IT

Always believe you can

I CAN MAKE IT
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Agbesi Kofi Derrick

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THE NEW REVOLUTION, I DREAD

My thoughts are clouded as I lie on this bed. Through the window, the world looks so red And so is my soul beginning to dread, About things that could crush dreams And turn them into worthless streams. Here, I’m stuck in oblivion, lost in another world, Reminiscing the demise of a scholar not too old And I stand in bewilderment as his wit fails. Thus, leaving him with regrets and a heart that wails. Sadly, all these blows are rooted in a new revolution, Where most young and old alike, relin

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Raziunnesa Ahmed

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Joy Of Junmuah

Wake up before sunrise, stand for prayer, make Iblis seize, for the sake of Allah's please. Take a bath, wash your hair. Aren't you waiting, to stand for Jummuah prayer ? Never forget to clean and cut your nails, do you know praying in mosque is obligatory for males. Always remember to put halal scents , make sure to wear beautiful and new garments. Worshippers share love and peace , forgetting greed, to enjoy the joy of weekly Eid.

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ADITYA

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YOU'RE THE LOVE I HATED!

Is it the obsession, Or the case is overrated. But I have to accept, You're the LOVE I HATED. yes you're the love i hated, a killing fascination, i self created. I always wanted to say this, but always felt, either it's too early,or I'm little lated. ain't matter it's only abhor you say, I'll always love you, my Rockstar Slay. I always stay in your honour, but to me you always FATED. truly i accept,you're the love i HATED. days or nights, it's only you. drowns or kites, it's only you. blur or si

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Bisma Nadeem

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Am I the bad for me?

A knife through vein would end me But where'd I stand then? My Soul would linger through the dead With no sign of life left I want to touch the sky See beyond the shady clouds I want to breathe inside the deepest ocean Clean myself and about My heart belongs to a different A difficult kingdom My mind is the stop of me To think beyond my wisdom I'm quite between the living and Living with non living Non living stops the living Am I beyond those shiny diamonds? Or I cost of the mud under the shoe?

Am I the bad for me?
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Essie

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Why I do not sit like a lady on a Bike

My first time on a bike, I could be remembering well, maybe not. How can I even forget that day when I got myself thrown down like a sack of normal potatoes. Well, I was weaving my way back home from a primary school I attended when I met this friend of mine on a bike(he owned it) and he offered to give me a hitchhike. Who was I to refuse? Imagine enjoying a bike ride for the first time, where else would I get this chance for a free ride? By the way, motorbikes were then something new and exciti

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Adagio

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I write to you

These years, they pass so quickly. I would be here, in this dark corner. Should in case you need me. Your presence I feel it strongly, like a ghost trying to touch the heart of the living. I know you keep watching, just in case I end up bleeding. So I write to you these words of mine. True art is not found in papers but in the heart of those who carry them. It becomes them. They in turn become art. I want you to see me for who I truly am. Look deeply at the works of my hands. Hold this truth wit

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I-ideas online

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10 of the Most Profitable Side Hustles You Can Start With Little or No Money

10 of the most profitable sides hustle you can start as a full beginner with less money or no money

10 of the Most Profitable Side Hustles You Can Start With Little or No Money
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Amaka

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A poetry that I wrote.

That Day, I Fell In Love. As the sun emitted its rays like a shower of glistening sliver, Singing breeze swirled petals of salvia splendens And sent sweet notes of sandalwood, mint and sage, Scents that eloped strong, masculine shoulders, A sanctuary when I was scared, a cushion when I snoozed, As he scooped my face and stroked my cheeks, Starred so deep into my eyes that it pierced my soul, And sparked off a swarm of butterflies as I shuddered, Every second, I showed the symptoms of a lass in l

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scary horrors

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I Dare You

If I were you, I'd stop reading. No? It's entirely up to you. I'm powerless to stop you. So, take this story as a warning and leave it at that. It had been a completely ordinary day. When these things happened, I was reading creepy stories to frighten myself. That was something I used to enjoy. I loved the feeling of chills running up my spine when I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye after reading a story. I was about to start reading a ghost story that sounded intriguing when something c

I Dare You
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Haya Bhatti

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I Like for You to Be Still

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.It seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soul.You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

I Like for You to Be Still
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Thebeezybee

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I AM DIFFERENT

This is a piece that encourages self love.

I AM DIFFERENT
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colors

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Food that enhances intelligence between fact and myth

Undoubtedly, foods, specifically those that affect the health of the mind and cognitive functions, called brain foods, constitute one of the most controversial aspects in the context of obtaining a healthy life, especially those associated with increasing the level of intelligence.

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I'm Victorious

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I TOOK AFTER MY SON

A love story of two intending couples which got complicated as a result of pregnancy out of wedlock. Read through to know what finally happened when the supposed husband-to-be found out that his fiancée was pregnant for someone else.

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The Immortality Media

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The Emerging South African Musician T.I.D KÀI

"I Am a Teen Who is Reaching For Greatness In The Music Industry". Says T.I.D KÀI,A Musician Who Believes That He Is Chosen To Lead.

The Emerging South African Musician T.I.D KÀI
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Zeshii

FreeWriting

What I feel when I am Alone?

The life becomes complicated when you are at a dark side.This darkness is the shadow of your lonliness and psychological problem.A deadly storm seems to be coming towards you but doesn't.A time which never stops giving you pain and hard ways.All the abilities of gaining attention and moving forward are prisoned.Thus is lonliness. You feel a silence among a crowd and thirst in the middle of an ocean.You feel losing everything by mind.In a colorful room, the feeling are colorless.The taste of life

What I feel when I am Alone?
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Lone wolf

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Death and i

Death and I Death in the land living Living in the land of the dead Death has come again On his chariot of fire Walking down the streets Looking for its next victim I'm walking down the streets Oblivious Death and I Meet face to face On the battle ground of blood Fighting Clashing Until one prevails Death , may be strong But, I'm stronger Finally When the sun sets to the west And The moon rises at night I emerge victorious I Have conquered death Lone wolf

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