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  • dear ryan
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    the letters she wrote, but never sent. (lowercase intended) (will have depression, self harm, and suicide mentioned. if these topics are sensitive to you, i would not recommend this story.)

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  • dear shannon
    1.3K 90 10

    the letters he wrote, that she'll never receive. (lowercase intended) (sequel to dear ryan) (will have depression, self harm, and suicide mentioned. if these topics are sensitive to you, i would not recommend this story.)

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  • Euphęmįstįc.
    177 11 2

    Poetry.

  • Nappy-Headed
    85.1K 8.3K 78

    Call it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone out there who thinks you are utterly amazing. Disclaimer: This pictur...

  • black girls guide
    18.9K 681 2

    I'm NOT being racist at all. there are just some guide books out there that don't have the right formula for black females! so, i started this book, just for you.

    Mature
  • tellem.
    11.8K 462 14

    ❝Sometimes, we do things others don't understand // if they ask why, just tell'em // tell'em that I love you, babe, tell'em that I love you, babe...❞ Raheema 'Rah' Blackwood cannot and will not put faith in anything she can't see, God being the only exception to that. She won't stop sneaking food into her room, even t...

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  • 2:00
    210 17 2

    A diary of 2am thoughts from a 2am thot.

  • Release
    15.8K 1.3K 17

    This is just an assortment of my thoughts. The cover was produced by @etherealinsanity, who has her own collection of thoughts in a book called 'set free', which will literally leave you speechless. She was one of my many inspirations to write myself and has supported me along the way.

  • past oblivion.
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    "what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell but it doesn't matter. nobody knows anything and i sure as hell don't.