Impostor syndrome is not a syndrome. It is actually half truth, dressed up as truth itself. The impostor knows within himself that he's not ready to bear a title, but in his eagerness for glory instead of service, what d

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Impostor syndrome is not a syndrome. It is actually half truth, dressed up as truth itself. The impostor knows within himself that he's not ready to bear a title, but in his eagerness for glory instead of service, what d

BLEED & BLANK is a philosophical, sociological, and ecological poetic piece written and published by Vybe Confidence on September 4, 2026, which fundamentally tackles and focuses on humanity’s unending consumption, contr

The strong friend. Have you heard about or come across one before? Chances are, if you stick around long enough on this green planet, you eventually will. Maybe not necessarily as a boyfriend or girlfriend, but as a frie
Hi fam, I'm new here and I just uploaded my book "Osupa Dudu (black moon) for review, will appreciate ur thoughts on it thanks 🙂
Hello I just uploaded my book “the silent” It’s more of a rough work buh I hope y’all will like it and give me a review☺️
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May it be an evening star, one of the three brightest that comprises the Orion's belt, light your way. When the night is overcome, you may r
Pride—the final boss of the 7 deadly sins. If you're able to see how proud you are! You're so close to Sainthood and this last line is crazy
The stars came out to play On a night some years ago. This night would not stay The night's beauty could be seen Even though words spoke And
You were the swords in the dark. The shields that guarded the realms of men. As shiny as any Knight would be For you were as dark as night!
She who was beauty herself. In the shades, as in the colours of Joseph's cloak. As in the elegance of the peacock. A beauty written like con