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By Anonymous -
Some blogs are witty. 

http://itisallaconspiracyfolks.blogspot.com/

Some blogs have a unique perspective. 

 http://melissamakesmordsnotwords.blogspot.com/

Some blogs are just beautiful. 

 http://treasuretroveofathousandthoughts.blogspot.com/

Some have a niche. 

 http://gamespot721.blogspot.com/

Some blogs tug at my heartstrings. 

 http://thedailyprophet364.blogspot.com/

And some blogs just exist, like mine. 

 Outside of my blog, my writing is only a flowery shadow of what I actually think. My blog contains my honest thoughts, no matter how scrambled they may be. For me, this is a place to be authentic. 

 If you want to read my writing in a state that hasn't gone through 20,000 hours of editing and a thesaurus, look no further than this blog. 

 -Dianna

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  1. AnonymousApril 13, 2017 at 8:15 AM

    Thank you for that! :) <3 It made my day.

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  2. AnonymousApril 13, 2017 at 9:24 AM

    I've been featured! I'm so cool now...

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  3. AnonymousApril 13, 2017 at 9:27 AM

    Gwahhh!!! Thank you. T-T Yours is rather amazing as well! I'm glad that you're able to feel comfortable enough to express yourself here. ^_^

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  4. TeacherApril 17, 2017 at 2:23 PM

    What a great idea for a blog. I love your shout-outs to your blogging pals.

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