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The toxicity of a city, with its polluted claws digging at your dreams.

Fix me, please. I'm begging on my knees.

Breaking heart and shooting stars, isn’t it what it’s all about? Midnight kisses and and being your man’s misses...Isn’t that what you want?

True friendship is hard to find.

Tired eyes, wild nights, trapped in a teenage mind.

Come by the tree, my child. Come...

Love Part 3 Sorry for the cliffhanger, guys!

A funny short story.

Like a dream she had drifted from the room,  And like a dream she seemed unreal, and like a dream she was gone.

Toxic relationships always tug at your heart, and the hardest part is pulling away.

A quick fiction story that involves hidden figures.

a poem for all the mother figures in our lives-happy belated mother's day!