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By AcWhitney BRONZE
Farmington, Maine

To mend a broken heart that won't fit back together. Pieces with jagged edges from being tossed around To empty box after box of tissues that get thrown on the floor. Forge...
AcWhitney BRONZE, Farmington, Maine
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
As long as a person is still breathing there is hope for them.


Poetry
By AcWhitney BRONZE
Farmington, Maine
AcWhitney BRONZE, Farmington, Maine
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
As long as a person is still breathing there is hope for them.

Poetry
By Kalliope SILVER
Brunswick, Maine
Kalliope SILVER, Brunswick, Maine
6 articles 0 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
"A physician is not angry at the intemperance of a mad patient; nor does he take it ill to be railed at by a man in a fever. Just so should a wise man treat all mankind, as a physician does his patient..." Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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By Claire_Eliza26 GOLD
Traverse City, Michigan
Claire_Eliza26 GOLD, Traverse City, Michigan
19 articles 0 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
They tell us, "destroy what destroys you" and then they get mad when we hurt ourselves

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By carrie clements BRONZE
Fort Worth, Texas
carrie clements BRONZE, Fort Worth, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By Linds0298 BRONZE
HANOVER, Massachusetts
Linds0298 BRONZE, HANOVER, Massachusetts
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;This story never really had a point. It&rsquo;s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.&rdquo; <br /> ― Pete Wentz, The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

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By mills PLATINUM
Hazleton, Pennsylvania
mills PLATINUM, Hazleton, Pennsylvania
24 articles 3 photos 1 comment
Poetry
By Linds0298 BRONZE
HANOVER, Massachusetts
Linds0298 BRONZE, HANOVER, Massachusetts
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;This story never really had a point. It&rsquo;s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.&rdquo; <br /> ― Pete Wentz, The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

Poetry
By mills PLATINUM
Hazleton, Pennsylvania
mills PLATINUM, Hazleton, Pennsylvania
24 articles 3 photos 1 comment
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By Delmara SILVER
Paris, Texas
Delmara SILVER, Paris, Texas
9 articles 5 photos 5 comments