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deepcraver
poetry
8y
It Goes, Love Goes
It Goes, Love Goes
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riovanes
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8y
deepcraver reblogged
Mankind's Grief (A Poem)
Lives ruined by accusations Justice by the mob's expectations Innocence lost without question "What's happening to the world?" He asked crying in desperation Heartless few spewing propaganda
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deepcraver
life
8y
"Here Goes My Story'' (Episode #1)
It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apvartment, and was already
deepcraver
blog
8y
"Here Goes My Story...'' (Episode#1)
It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apvartment, and was already
deepcraver
bitcoin
8y
Facebook
"...the company is said to be specifically focused on using cryptocurrency specifically for facilitating payments on the platform, something that could be a pretty dramatic shift given Facebook’s
deepcraver
photography
8y
I Want To Create A Fantasy, PS there's more...
I Want To Create A Fantasy, PS there's more...
deepcraver
story
8y
"Here Goes My Story...'' (Episode#1)
It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apvartment, and was already
deepcraver
poetry
8y
GROWING UP
Not My Golden Robe Can I break my days to the time when the sight of a pineapple was strong enough to shake me from any crippling despair... ? When life was school, play and school... and "Sundays"
deepcraver
story
8y
"Here Goes My Story...''
It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apvartment, and was already
deepcraver
story
8y
"Here Goes my Story...'' Episode1
It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apartment, and was already
deepcraver
poetry
8y
Life, Rob Me If You Will.
Life, Rob Me If you Will (Part I) I say... I'm still a child; yet to learn how to play your game I say... Some days I learn I'm way naive than I measured the day before I say... My bones are green and
deepcraver
poetry
8y
GROWING UP
"Not My Golden Robe'' Can I break my days to the time when the sight of a pineapple was strong enough to shake me from any crippling despair... ? When life was school, play and school... and
deepcraver
photography
8y
GROWING UP
"Not My Golden Robe'' Can I break my days to the time when the sight of a pineapple was strong enough to shake me from any crippling despair... ? When life was school, play and school... and
deepcraver
photography
8y
Anger
Anger
deepcraver
poetry
8y
GROWTH
"Not My Golden Robe'' Can I break my days to the time when the sight of a pineapple was strong enough to shake me from any crippling despair... ? When life was school, play and school... and
deepcraver
life
8y
How Do I Tell Them I'm Recovering From Bipolar Disorder?
Everybody looks at me with a shade of uncertainty; what will he become? Why's he behaving this way? How did he get here? Everybody is trying to know the cause of a problem they have no answer to; trying
deepcraver
health
8y
How Do I Tell Them I'm Recovery from Bipolar Disorder.
Everybody looks at me with a shade of uncertainty; what will he become? Why's he behaving this way? How did he get here? Everybody is trying to know the cause of a problem they have no answer to; trying
deepcraver
photography
8y
Mamaa, what happened?
I start to write this story for the greater endearment of knowing my mother; truly knowing my mother, not as the matriarchal protector as most African mothers tend to become or some fictitious invincible
deepcraver
photography
8y
Mamaa, what happened?
I start to write this story for the greater endearment of knowing my mother; truly knowing my mother, not as the matriarchal protector as most African mothers tend to become or some fictitious invincible
deepcraver
story
8y
Mamaa, what happened?
I start to write this story for the greater endearment of knowing my mother; truly knowing my mother, not as the matriarchal protector as most African mothers tend to become or some fictitious invincible
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