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Intuitions Of A Pearl

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Parts 39
Time 49m

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Do you talk to yourself quiet often..?🙃

what is it about..?

it  looks as if there is another soul talking to you..
others may call it an inner voice...
Everybody's got one...
about 40% of what we do is controlled by that..

the psychologists call it INTUITION..
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How about you ride this horse with me,  i promise to take you to my intuitions ..

Started ●june 7 2019

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In Love With Blindfolds On by cjacks1124

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Voices in My Head by Nerounin

Pain. Agonizing pain. That's all I feel. Voices. Whispering voices. That's all I hear. I hear them over and over inside of my head. I can't escape. I can't fight back. This is my life. This is my story. And if you can give me your time, I'll tell it to you. *Warning: contains themes of selfharm and mental disorders **Completed as of 7/30/18

Anxiety by sometimeswegetsad

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𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 by yourgoldstar

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Behind the Scenes by soudless_s

What's worse: feeling nothing, or feeling everything all at once? "Behind the Scenes" follows the journey of one man who watches life unfold from the outside, never truly part of the world he inhabits. He's always been an observer-detached, disconnected, and questioning the noise of existence. But as he drifts through a quiet city of fleeting connections and empty streets, he begins to wonder if there's meaning hidden in the chaos, or if life is just... noise. In this introspective and thought-provoking story, the narrator encounters a mysterious stranger who shares his detachment. Together, they unravel the quiet questions of life, love, and meaning in a world that refuses to offer easy answers. Follow the journey of detachment, quiet reflection, and existential discovery as the narrator navigates the blurred lines between feeling everything and nothing at all. Is there meaning, or is it all just noise?

The Noise Inside My Head by Poembyselly

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An Extraordinary Life by anordinarywoman

My fifty years of good or bad heartfelt life experiences written in honest, bold and direct expressions. I believe my purpose and mission are to live a passionate life and share my interesting story with the world to inspire and touch people in many ways. I took two years to write and two years to revise and edit it with the help of my third child and two professional editors. After being turned down and advised by hundred of publishers to turn my story into a novel. I kept trying but couldn't do it as it is not in me. So until last September my very special new family doctor agreed to be my first reader and gave me good comments with excitement, I decided to self publish it with the help of my youngest child. I hope to grow as a writer, and be able to share more stories with you all. During the ten years wait, I have moved out from the unsafe home and living a wonderful and happy life that I am ready to write and share my An Extraordinary Life and it continues with you all. Please tell me how you truly feel about it and share it.

--Bridges-- by infinitely_isomeric

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The Diary Of A Lonely Girl By Esmeray Love by Esmeraylove1

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Behind the Scenes cover

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--Bridges-- cover

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In Love With Blindfolds On

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