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death

RayneMaker, Wathena, Kansas
0 articles 15 photos 8 comments
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By genevieve lund BRONZE
Lapeer, Michigan
genevieve lund BRONZE, Lapeer, Michigan
1 article 2 photos 0 comments
TheOccasionalPessimist BRONZE, Dubai, Other
2 articles 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
I'm not crazy, you're just jealous because the voices only talk to me.

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By Mr._Nobody SILVER
Walton, Kentucky
Mr._Nobody SILVER, Walton, Kentucky
5 articles 1 photo 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All changes, even the most longer for, have their meloncholy; for what we leave behind us, is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life, before we can enter another." -Anatole France

broadwaybabyx827 BRONZE, Milford, New Jersey
1 article 24 photos 9 comments
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By Anonymous
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By DakotaK SILVER
Comptche, California
DakotaK SILVER, Comptche, California
5 articles 2 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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By GRIND
Redway, California
GRIND, Redway, California
0 articles 31 photos 1 comment
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By GRIND
Redway, California
GRIND, Redway, California
0 articles 31 photos 1 comment
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By GRIND
Redway, California
GRIND, Redway, California
0 articles 31 photos 1 comment
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By En_Tze BRONZE
Bayan Lepas, Pulau Pinang, Other
En_Tze BRONZE, Bayan Lepas, Pulau Pinang, Other
1 article 14 photos 3 comments



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