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By Casper16 BRONZE
Clarkston, Michigan

Patience Is Key, Casper All coated, With the soothing warmth of Cloth. Needed to shelter, My  ice chilled figure. Patience. The dense green leaves. Coated with white c...
Casper16 BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
God&#039;s Math: <br /> 1 Cross <br /> + 3 Nails<br /> ------------<br /> 4 Given


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By Jasmin300 BRONZE
Portland, Oregon
Jasmin300 BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By vanillandspice SILVER
Petaluma, California
vanillandspice SILVER, Petaluma, California
6 articles 0 photos 4 comments
JackieSugarTongue PLATINUM, Kremmling, Colorado
46 articles 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
She Was So Beautiful In Death It Was A Wonder Why She Was Ever Alive

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By Jasmin300 BRONZE
Portland, Oregon
Jasmin300 BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By LuaJoyce BRONZE
Hamburg, Other
LuaJoyce BRONZE, Hamburg, Other
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.&rdquo;<br /> ― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

Becky99 BRONZE, Rutland, Other
1 article 2 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.&quot;-Oscar Wilde

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By Wani-Rahil BRONZE
Srinagar, Other
Wani-Rahil BRONZE, Srinagar, Other
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don&#039;t let your throat tighten with fear. Take sips<br /> of breath all day and night, before death closes<br /> your mouth..

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By yulitsatapia GOLD
Bridgeton, New Jersey
yulitsatapia GOLD, Bridgeton, New Jersey
12 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
And in that moment I was no longer a sad story

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By Ishi15 BRONZE
New Delhi, Other
Ishi15 BRONZE, New Delhi, Other
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;. . .There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.&rdquo;<br /> <br /> <br /> ― Sara Zarr, Sweethearts