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By -Hotaru- BRONZE
Shorewood, Illinois

Remember when the skies were blue and the grass was green? Remember when the people sang and the children played? Remember when some would live and others would die? Remem...
-Hotaru- BRONZE, Shorewood, Illinois
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

#103532 Fiction
By bay_JP SILVER
San Francisco, California
bay_JP SILVER, San Francisco, California
5 articles 1 photo 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
Be yourself. Everybody else is already taken.

#103533 Fiction
By Anonymous
#103534 Fiction
By Bethorn_Grim SILVER
Vancouver, Washington
Bethorn_Grim SILVER, Vancouver, Washington
5 articles 13 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Omi- Tenshi Watashi Oh.

#103535 Fiction
By rockstar3 GOLD
Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
rockstar3 GOLD, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
14 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#103536 Fiction
By Foram GOLD
Edison, New Jersey
Foram GOLD, Edison, New Jersey
13 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"If life gives you dirt, grow flowers." - I read it on a post it in the movie "The Fault in Our Stars"

#103537 Fiction
By Allicat001 SILVER
Waukesha, Wisconsin
Allicat001 SILVER, Waukesha, Wisconsin
6 articles 0 photos 170 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Love is not someone you can live with, love is someone you can&#039;t live without.&quot; <br /> <br /> &quot;Always stand up for what&#039;s right even if that means you&#039;re standing alone.&quot;

#103538 Fiction
By Anonymous
#103539 Fiction
By Anonymous
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.