Barbie World -Part I
There I was around 4 or 5 years old. Overflowing curly hair, silver capped teeth, and the heavy...
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Author: TheHappyHomo
MEMORIES OF A GIRL
If infected with poverty there is no escape; societies quicksand never lets go….sinking people slowly through out their lives. Yet no one offers help. No one notices when they disappear. No one calls out her name. No...
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Love, A Painting
I painted love once. Water colors dripping. Myriads of colors everywhere. My canvas’s...
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The Heart Consumed,...
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