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"Leaders Who Shaped the USA: A Historical Journey". Content Warning.
Investigating the Historical backdrop of USA: An Exhaustive Outline The historical backdrop of the US is a rich embroidery of occasions, pioneers, and minutes that have molded the country into what it is today. From the early provincial time frame to the current day, the USA has seen the ascent and fall of various pioneers who have influenced the course of history. In this article, we dig into the entrancing excursion through time, featuring the absolute most conspicuous pioneers who play played essential parts in the country's turn of events.
By crowdfire2 years ago in Confessions
How I Wish I Had Known Earlier
A man named Samuel once lived in a tiny, peaceful village set between rolling hills and beautiful woodlands. He was well-known for his pleasant temperament and a continuous smile that appeared to brighten even the darkest of days. Samuel, on the other hand, had a secret that weighed hard on his heart. This is the narrative of his regrets and his quest for redemption.
By Afrolite2 years ago in Confessions
Im stuck inside my head
Let’s talk about the mind, there’s so much going on. There’s a festival of unrealistic ideas flowing through my mind day in and day out. Perhaps that’s why I’m so quiet. I live there, in my head. Obsessing over my ideas like they are the world’s greatest ideas waiting to be put to paper. Why am I like this? They wonder what I’m thinking but I’m afraid to let it out. Sometimes I think they’ll laugh at me or put my ideas down. Other thoughts roam through my head. I hear voices too, like another universe is telling me things I don’t want to hear. Then my mind lets me down and I question everything that I want to do. My mind convinces me my ideas are nothing, but ideas and they can’t be the ultimate answer to everything that makes me who I am.
By Cerina Galvan2 years ago in Confessions
Locked Heart
What is this place? Why is it shrouded in darkness? There's no entrance, no way in, yet a flicker of light pierces the gloom of this small, cubical room. It's not big enough for anyone else, just me. But I'm comfortable here. I have no desire to leave, yet the door exists—I can feel it, though I can't see it. I have the key, a golden key adorned with shapes and cryptic symbols. I've spent an eternity trying to solve them, and now I'm certain of their impossibility. What's the use of a key without a door? And this door, a creation of my own imagination, has no proof of existence except this feeling. This feeling deceives me, distancing it when I approach and bringing it near when I retreat. It's an empty loop, suggesting the futility of escape. Is it worth all this effort? Or is it just another illusion? But the real question remains: Is escape even possible?
By Na cer2 years ago in Confessions
"Just Not Good Enough". Top Story - October 2023.
Am I the only one who's tired of losing? Maybe I shouldn't be looking at situations as "loss" or "win", but how do you not? Everyone searches for value and self-worth. A little winning goes a long way to supporting that. Is it so much to ask, to just win once in a while?
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Confessions
Colours of Love: Unveiling Unconventional Romances
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and whispering willow trees, there was a love story that defied all expectations. It was a love story that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that love knows no boundaries, no constraints, and no societal norms.
By Francis2 years ago in Confessions
Girl in the Mirror
At some point in our lives we've come across a person that we love so much we'd do anything for them. You give your all to them emotionally, physically financially, all while losing ourselves in the process. We don't even realize it's happening, we'll start making excuses and staying for the small happy moments. Those moments are so rare at times, but when they come around it gives us that euphoric feeling that our brain has now become addicted too.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Confessions
The Hidden Fixer
The Hidden Fixer Can adults hide under the bed too? I yearn to escape, to retreat, or simply vanish from existence. The thought of not being a concern to anyone consumes me. If only I could disappear without a trace, leaving behind the burdens that weigh me down. Since childhood, whenever I made mistakes, an overwhelming urge to hide beneath my bed would take hold of me. In those moments, I longed to shrink myself into insignificance, to become invisible to the world. I desired to block out my senses, to be enveloped in darkness and white noise, where the chaos of life couldn't reach me. The weight of expectations and judgments, both external and self-imposed, suffocates me, urging me to seek refuge in solitude.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Confessions
More On Writing On Vocal
Introduction The title came to me while I was out walking, and written down it is fine, but when you say it out loud it will sound very like "Moron Writing On Vocal" which I know is the opinion of a few in the Vocal community, though it does make a slightly humourous introduction to this article.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
