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Generation Daze by Divya_Adu
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Vibes by Divya_Adu
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Society by Divya_Adu
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I have a lot of poems named society cause if you know anything about it ... Society doesn't end
Just me by Divya_Adu
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A Place by Divya_Adu
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Get To Know me by Divya_Adu
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You Don't See Me by Divya_Adu
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Just a Woman by Divya_Adu
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It Ain't Easy (Urban) by nik444
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Layla Cherise Brooks has loved her man and husband Malik for years. After dealing with all his lies along with the love, Layla doesn't know if she can take it anymore. She's finally ready to woman up and move on from her disastrous marriage. Malik Kade Brooks knows he does Layla wrong but he can't seem to shake the other women and his constant lies. Love isn't easy and marriage most definitely isn't. What do you do when true love turns into nothing but a lie? Do you let it go? Do you fight? Or do you tell the truth? A "love and its lies" spinoff/sequel with new characters.
Home. by makeboyscry
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"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.