I just need and outlet to express myself truthfully. It may not make sense all the time but I'm not here to impress nobody. I'm just here to be me, and my type of real, not the "real" talking about growing up in the streets but the real expressing what I go through and deal with. May not be a "struggle" to some but it is to me and anybody that can relate. We all humans and have our issues and just like you I'm special too.
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kuriouskacy kuriouskacy Aug 18, 2020 02:13AM
Just published my latest story: "Becoming  a Woman." This story is also short, but I'm not adverse to the idea of making a longer version of it. Either way, forgive the long delay, but by all means g...
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Her by kuriouskacy
Her
Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her confidence. This is a short, snip-bit scene about a young girl's first kiss...