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  • Poetry » Romantic, Teen Fiction Re: Bitter Sweet Confusion

    Thank you.

    Jan 19, 2015
  • Poetry » Romantic, Teen Fiction Re: Bitter Sweet Confusion

    Thank you. This poem was actually written for a friend who is a huge fan of cliche so what she wanted is what is in it. I never chose the ...

    Jan 17, 2015
  • Poetry » Romantic, Teen Fiction Re: Bitter Sweet Confusion

    Thank you. This poem was actually written for a friend who is a huge fan of cliche so what she wanted is what is in it. I never chose the ...

    Jan 17, 2015
  • Poetry » Culture, Spiritual Re: Teacher's Pet

    You are welcome. You had rhyming in some places such as trouble- rubble, live give but at other places it did not rhyme. I don't know maybe you wanted it ...

    Jan 7, 2015
  • Poetry » Realistic, Dramatic Re: I Will Return!

    Okay, I have tried my best to put in spaces between every four lines but it just does not work. Sorry, guys.

    Dec 31, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Thanks a lot.

    Dec 29, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Thanks.

    Dec 26, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Thank you.

    Dec 26, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Thank you.

    Dec 26, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Thanks. I am happy that you liked it.

    Dec 26, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Well...

    Dec 24, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Thank you

    Dec 24, 2014
  • Poetry » Humor, Satire Re: A Plagiarized Work

    You're welcome.

    Dec 23, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Umm.....?

    Dec 23, 2014
  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: Being Myself

    Thank you so much. It really means a lot to me.

    Dec 23, 2014


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind