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By Kimberly Adams
Ivy (aka Abby Floyd) has vowed to remain an anonymous Christian writer in order to give all glory to God. It is better that way since she also writes about mental illness. But it is certainly hard to stay anonymous when people ask such personal questions.
By Kimberly Adams
Lately, I have gotten a lot of comments from people questioning the real me. This is a blog post about the real me.
What if you were Amanda Corinth? What would you do if you received threatening notes from a anonymous source?
By Aaron Nell Millado
By Anonymous is the first book of poems written and compiled by Aaron Nell Millado. The poems included vary in style and are more experimental than having one coherent style; but they do have one thing in common: they have the author's unique and creative point-of-view.
Life and death; love and hatred; hope and despair - these are all the elements combining which the poetry of life can be composed. There is poetry in every such aspects and the finding the essence of such poetry, one can find solace in the middle of all the chaos and confusion. This brief...
By John Moore
Alcoholism as defined by Wikipedia, is a disorder that is characterized by an excessive dependence upon and craving for alcoholic beverages. This dependence affects every aspect of the alcoholic personâ€™s life. Socially, personally, and professionally, it can lead to mental and physical...
just a few thoughts about how united states of america is now a very negative entity. destroying lives of the vast majority of it citizens and others around the world.
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By Nocturnal Ponderings
I do not have an alcoholic influence in my life, but I have a loathing for irresponsible parents with a buzz and a desire to harm. Crappy poetry inspired by crappy events.
By Annie Mouse
These truly are the simplest of pleasures.
By Benjamin Morgan
I wrote this as an anonymous post on an ex-something's blog. My brain was high at the time and thought it would be funny and maybe poignant.
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