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  • To You by lilyytheflower
    lilyytheflower
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    I dedicated this words that overflow like the river to YOU. Although pass is pass, i can't forget the way how it felt when you were there and I'm just trying to say how meaningful it was to me. Your presence, the fight we have no matter how serious it was when i think of it back it bring smile to my face cause of how stupid it was. If only the circumstances and situation were different i hope we have what we wish for.
  • Después de un adiós by lazanopadilla
    lazanopadilla
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    Que puede ser algo mas que una descripción una lógica,una razón,una justificación,como dicen de las palabras se esconde misterios. El mio es el desafió encontrado tras otro
  • Migraña by GNCKHD_
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  • 💐 #2.1 | Ephemerality | ✎ by aureatekey
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    a young lady finds herself inking down the words her heart could never say to another soul. these very virtual pages hold memories, moments, and musings from her childhood. moments that are now turning into a mere figment of her brain which are told poetry. 【 a poetry collection 】 © 2022-present sylvia mahmood / aureatekey. all rights reserved. This body of work is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen and you may be at risk of malware. Please notify the original author.
  • FIRE ANTS by Poetic14u2
    Poetic14u2
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    When I was younger my then 3 year-old brother decided to place his favorite toy into a very large fire ant mound. My mother had already told our father to get rid of it a few weeks prior. I can remember my little brother screaming and crying from all of the fire ant stings and bites.