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By VannyPie SILVER
Phila, Pennsylvania

You told me to write down all the emotions that I feel. Only you didn't stress how hard it was, to know which emotions are real. Listen to your heart, you said, as if an org...
VannyPie SILVER, Phila, Pennsylvania
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I like to be a free spirit, Some don't like that, but that's the way I am."- Princess Diana.


#273162 Poetry
By dannylin SILVER
Nassau, Other
dannylin SILVER, Nassau, Other
7 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#273163 Poetry
By softballfreak GOLD
Carrollton, Texas
softballfreak GOLD, Carrollton, Texas
10 articles 0 photos 26 comments

Favorite Quote:
"nobody is worth your tears and the one who is wont make you cry."

#273164 Poetry
By Free.The.Poison PLATINUM
Hanford, California
Free.The.Poison PLATINUM, Hanford, California
31 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
Even in our Darkest hour, we must always remember never to spare.

#273165 Poetry
By JoeHeegaard GOLD
Minneapolis, Minnesota
JoeHeegaard GOLD, Minneapolis, Minnesota
13 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#273166 Poetry
By Leon Cheong BRONZE
Palo Alto, California
Leon Cheong BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#273167 Poetry
By eerks BRONZE
Brampton, Other
eerks BRONZE, Brampton, Other
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#273168 Poetry
By 18dcg01 BRONZE
Columbia, Missouri
18dcg01 BRONZE, Columbia, Missouri
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#273169 Poetry
By Zoe_W BRONZE
Timnath, Colorado
Zoe_W BRONZE, Timnath, Colorado
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#273170 Poetry
By electrichearts SILVER
Franklin Lakes, New Jersey
electrichearts SILVER, Franklin Lakes, New Jersey
5 articles 0 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. "