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January 31, 2009
By Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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I do not know how it came to this,
words filter through all around me,
they pass by and laugh.
They laugh at me for believing.
They laugh at me for how much I trust,
and how much I have lost.
Slowly the words filter through me.
Now even I cannot see,
the words,
the lies,
they are, and always have been
blinding.

© Heather W., No., Brunswick, NJ

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