Teen Ink

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Frozen

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By kaelyn GOLD
East Northport, New York
kaelyn GOLD, East Northport, New York
18 articles 95 photos 21 comments
jansquared BRONZE, N/a, California
3 articles 21 photos 5 comments
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By SweetDisorder BRONZE
Hudson, New Hampshire
SweetDisorder BRONZE, Hudson, New Hampshire
1 article 6 photos 5 comments
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By omgwtfree
Staten Island, New York
omgwtfree, Staten Island, New York
0 articles 9 photos 0 comments
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By Hanna Utkin GOLD
Staten Island, New York
Hanna Utkin GOLD, Staten Island, New York
14 articles 21 photos 2 comments
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By cyr_k BRONZE
Madawaska, Maine
cyr_k BRONZE, Madawaska, Maine
2 articles 3 photos 0 comments
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hallie shatravka, New York, New York
0 articles 4 photos 0 comments
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By Emros BRONZE
Brighton, Michigan
Emros BRONZE, Brighton, Michigan
3 articles 9 photos 0 comments
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By RayneMaker
Wathena, Kansas
RayneMaker, Wathena, Kansas
0 articles 15 photos 8 comments
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emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

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By lh1992 BRONZE
Spring Valley, Illinois
lh1992 BRONZE, Spring Valley, Illinois
1 article 8 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.