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A Modern Fairy-Tale Part 3
By babalou BRONZE
Richland, Washington

The memory of your angel has long since faded from your mind. God doesn't want you alive, you're a degradation to society. The only reason he hasn't killed you himself is that he...
babalou BRONZE, Richland, Washington
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My Boyfriend Is A Vampire. THE RETURN.
By LoveLikeWoe DIAMOND
LeSueur, MN, Minnesota
LoveLikeWoe DIAMOND, LeSueur, MN, Minnesota
54 articles 2 photos 748 comments

Favorite Quote:
Whoever laughs first has the sickest mind.

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Brunch with Bats
By DJ Kuddes BRONZE
Richardson, Texas
DJ Kuddes BRONZE, Richardson, Texas
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Confessions
By jennifer D. BRONZE
Marshfield, Massachusetts
jennifer D. BRONZE, Marshfield, Massachusetts
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments
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Summer Memories
By jdogfx226 SILVER
Hewlett, New York
jdogfx226 SILVER, Hewlett, New York
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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Behind Closed Doors: The Final Tetimony of Gregory Hamilton
By The_Madcap GOLD
Vancouver, Washington
The_Madcap GOLD, Vancouver, Washington
13 articles 0 photos 8 comments
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Artemis: Goddess of the Hunt
By Anonymous
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Starlight Silhouettes
By Destenee Fuller BRONZE
Homestead, Pennsylvania
Destenee Fuller BRONZE, Homestead, Pennsylvania
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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Twirling with the painted horses-till dizziness is claiming, till everything fades
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.

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Summer Love Falls With The Leaves Of Autumn
By Anonymous