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By miriam SILVER
Skokie, Illinois

she pushed open the door of her house and ran upstairs to her room, not bothering to close it behind her. after a three hour trip to the mall you'd think she would have someth...
miriam SILVER, Skokie, Illinois
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mnedboy2772 BRONZE, NY, New York
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dbedi3311 BRONZE, Centreville, Virginia
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By Adi12345 PLATINUM
Monmouth Junction, New Jersey
Adi12345 PLATINUM, Monmouth Junction, New Jersey
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By Sara369 BRONZE
Ham Lake, Minnesota
Sara369 BRONZE, Ham Lake, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"The business of life is the acquisition of memories." ~Downton Abbey

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By AWilliams BRONZE
Fox Point, Wisconsin
AWilliams BRONZE, Fox Point, Wisconsin
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By TheUnspoken1 SILVER
Tecumseh, Nebraska
TheUnspoken1 SILVER, Tecumseh, Nebraska
5 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It&#039;s hard to be a dimond in a rhinestone world.&quot; - Blood On The Dance Floor&hearts;<br /> &quot; You can&#039;t judge me by my cover, it&#039;s not what you see but what you discover. &quot; Blood On The Dance Floor&hearts;<br /> &quot; Don&#039;t be afraid to stand out. &quot; Britt Nicole&hearts;

coolstudygirl GOLD, Vermilion, Ohio
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By Wolf2Wolf BRONZE
Chesapeake, Virginia
Wolf2Wolf BRONZE, Chesapeake, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;To love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you&#039;ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.&quot;