Baby Blues
I owe my son the world and I am so lucky to have him.
I’m sorry my son
For bringing you into life
I will do my best
About the Creator
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The Letter That Never Reached
The rain had a strange way of making memories louder. Arman sat by the window, watching droplets race down the glass like they were trying to escape something—just like he once had. The old wooden desk in front of him creaked under the weight of years, and in its drawer lay something he hadn’t touched in over a decade.
By Samaan Ahmada day ago in Poets
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Booyah!
Dear Professor Donkeldong, I would like to formally apologize. Last night I snuck into your office. I sat in your chair and poured myself three fingers of Scotch from the bottle you’ve got stashed in the top desk drawer. Then I helped myself to your private library.
By Leslie Writes5 days ago in Humor
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So sad!