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ᴘʀᴏᴠᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟʏ by 🧷
❝I'm the only one who is allowed to see you in this condition Minho-hyung❞
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𝑀𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛'𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙�...
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Deep Poetryby The Crazy black cat 🙃
Just a collection of self-written poems to provoke your inner most philosophical thoughts.
✨Enjoy✨
Lots of love 💕
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Inspiration on Filmby Foxy, the fluffy butt-stabber!
Genre: Random.
Summary: This is a collection of amazing speeches, compiled by me in the hope that they will inspire you as much as they have inspired me.
Status: On-goin...
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Dear readers,by Pryde7
This is exactly what it sounds like. Basically a diary that can be freely read by anyone on Wattpad who wants to read it. Everything written here is true and it is all f...
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inches apart | hendery by ✨أضوَا السُهَا✨
"I like the way you mad, how close we are, i like how you have your hot breath against me." 一Hendery
+ an sm rookie's hendery fanfiction
+ english language
+...
#8
Sight (A Collection Of Poems)by Alexandra Blount
Can you really see? How would you know if what you were seeing is real? Is it?
A collection of poems about opening your eyes and seeing what is around you.
If you use my...
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#9
Random Writings from My Journalby ҡaռɖɨ ♥️
I have a journal that I carry with me EVERYWHERE. This book contains random pieces I decide to share.
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an artist of lifeby 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧
i think our lives can be compared to a painting. in more ways than one. i also think the responsibility we hold to ourselves as the painter, of this painting, is greater...
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#14
The Earth Is Weepingby Lourense Roux
For the lives lost in the terrorist attacks on Paris.
By that matter, for the world.
(13 November 2015)
Never forget.
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LOST FOR THE HOLIDAYSby Tebogo Yanda Keulebogile Mswe...
I felt lost.
I didn't know where to start planning ahead. I thought I was but now that the "ahead" is the present. I don't know what I am doing.
I believed...
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#18
Bubblesby christm8
A dystopian socirty names Pristinus where no one has names or identities, or free will and thought. Until one day, a citizen rises up and bursts the bubbles.
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Piece By Piece Of Meby 2rad4u
I feel that poetry is an escape pod. Not to another world but one that i can escape to from myself. Because sometimes we need to look at ourself from the outside and may...