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By V.T.Summers BRONZE
Longview, Washington
V.T.Summers BRONZE, Longview, Washington
1 article 16 photos 50 comments

Favorite Quote:
Things rarely turn out as expected.

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By curlew77 BRONZE
Pleasantville, New York
curlew77 BRONZE, Pleasantville, New York
3 articles 40 photos 22 comments
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By K.Alex.Grant
Sugarland, Texas
K.Alex.Grant, Sugarland, Texas
0 articles 6 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
\"Yesterday is past, tomorrow is the future, today is a gift, thats why they call it the present.\"

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By yellowrain BRONZE
Montreux, Other
yellowrain BRONZE, Montreux, Other
3 articles 34 photos 2 comments
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By Kayb23 BRONZE
Birch Run, Michigan
Kayb23 BRONZE, Birch Run, Michigan
1 article 2 photos 3 comments
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By snoopy4me PLATINUM
Sandy Hook, Connecticut
snoopy4me PLATINUM, Sandy Hook, Connecticut
22 articles 69 photos 124 comments
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By Benito
Propect, Kentucky
Benito, Propect, Kentucky
0 articles 7 photos 0 comments
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By Benito
Propect, Kentucky
Benito, Propect, Kentucky
0 articles 7 photos 0 comments
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By Haz-Mat
Pelham, Alabama
Haz-Mat, Pelham, Alabama
0 articles 23 photos 23 comments

Favorite Quote:
To Teenink:
Why do you feel the need to limit bios to 250 characters? That is less than half of a twitter posting. Where is the rational and sense in this form of a setup? Maybe I expect too much out of you, but at least get the easy stuff right.

Tess Cooper BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
3 articles 5 photos 0 comments
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By Erinxx BRONZE
Farmingville, New York
Erinxx BRONZE, Farmingville, New York
4 articles 27 photos 1 comment
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By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
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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