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By chosenunicorn GOLD
Richmond, Virginia

Hand in hand with my father, we walk down the aisle. The rose petals are gathered by my dress's train. As we reach the end, I join my almost husband and my father's eyes...
chosenunicorn GOLD, Richmond, Virginia
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&ldquo;If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.&rdquo; <br /> ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh<br /> &ldquo;Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.&rdquo; <br /> ― A.A. Milne


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By proart BRONZE
New York, New York
proart BRONZE, New York, New York
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And behold I shall be a blight upon the land and everything I touch shall wither and die.&quot;

FictionsFreedom BRONZE, Paris, Illinois
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Carpe Diem

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By Ciel-chan GOLD
Cape Town, Other
Ciel-chan GOLD, Cape Town, Other
10 articles 0 photos 0 comments

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Someone, somewhere is always fighting for you, as long as you remember her, you are not alone.

FictionsFreedom BRONZE, Paris, Illinois
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Carpe Diem

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By StaceyKat BRONZE
Banks, Oregon
StaceyKat BRONZE, Banks, Oregon
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&ldquo;Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us.&rdquo; - Paul Theroux

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By ShindaVerdomd SILVER
Hilton Head, South Carolina
ShindaVerdomd SILVER, Hilton Head, South Carolina
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Normal? What is normal? Normal a setting on a washing machine. No one wants to be that. ~Ashley Purdy

lperalta96 BRONZE, Topeka, Kansas
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By AudreyAKAThatWriterGirl GOLD
New York, New York
AudreyAKAThatWriterGirl GOLD, New York, New York
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

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&quot;But sometimes it&#039;s 9am on a tuesday morning and you&#039;re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don&#039;t know what to do with your hands.&quot; - Scanlan

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