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Thoughts For a Queen by neashford
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Girls aren't weak But we don't have to be strong all the time either Just let girls be girls And they will blossom into Queens. *** Credit: A big thanks to @dahfne22 for the amazing cover!
Operation Birth Mother [on hold] by annie-joyce
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If you had the chance to find out where you came from, would you take the risk of disappointment? Kyra Lent, a troubled teenager from New York, is convinced she would. Determined to reveal the truth about where she's from and who her mother is, she sets off on an eventful mission- with her freedom at stake- accompanied by a 36-year-old woman, her best friend, and a mysterious boy. From late night conversations to casinos, from breakdowns to deep secrets, the unlikely bunch all have one thing in common- they're all a part of the "Operation Birth Mother".
It Hurts Because It  Used To Matter  by anonymouswriter490
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A collection of poems which you can relate if someone used to matter in your life. It exhibits the most painful feeling of "heart break ". It hurts because it used to matter but does it matter anymore?? Read the poems to find it out..... #134 in poetry (23.8.2017) #63 in poetry (4.9.2017)
Wooden Box  by AYS_621
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Life of Susan Edwards took a sudden swerve from being ranked as 'Perfect' by her to being at rock-bottom. On her 16th Birthday, her mother made an announcement- an announcement that according to her would probably wreathe Susan's life with roses. Maybe she was unaware of the fact that roses have thorns, some of them concealed. Her life now swayed between being worse and worst. The announcement being the beginning of the worse for her perfect life. Delve into Susan's past to find what makes her shed salty tears in a futile attempt to burn the blazing fire of agony and anguish within her? Will this fire ever extinguish or will it continue to flare to burn Susan everyday?