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By Mysteriousmystii BRONZE
Davenport, Iowa
Mysteriousmystii BRONZE, Davenport, Iowa
1 article 8 photos 66 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Strengths lie in differences, not in similarities."

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By IntelligentZombie GOLD
Gastonia, North Carolina
IntelligentZombie GOLD, Gastonia, North Carolina
11 articles 18 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
The hardest advice to take is your own.

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The Trap MAG
By Megabite SILVER
Dublin, Ohio
Megabite SILVER, Dublin, Ohio
9 articles 5 photos 8 comments
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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 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 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 oneradgirl GOLD
Jackson, New Jersey
oneradgirl GOLD, Jackson, New Jersey
11 articles 3 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away" -Victor Hugo

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By D-Ray
Ione, California
D-Ray, Ione, California
0 articles 11 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Lt. Dan, you ain't go no legs" - Forrest Gump

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By D-Ray
Ione, California
D-Ray, Ione, California
0 articles 11 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Lt. Dan, you ain't go no legs" - Forrest Gump

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By D-Ray
Ione, California
D-Ray, Ione, California
0 articles 11 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Lt. Dan, you ain't go no legs" - Forrest Gump

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By superswim_19 PLATINUM
Grand Haven, Michigan
superswim_19 PLATINUM, Grand Haven, Michigan
21 articles 25 photos 143 comments
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By superswim_19 PLATINUM
Grand Haven, Michigan
superswim_19 PLATINUM, Grand Haven, Michigan
21 articles 25 photos 143 comments