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By AMorrison BRONZE
Detroit, Michigan

Atlanta, Atlanta the city of peaches Atlanta, Atlanta very few beaches The son is very hot Wish it would snow just want To mov...
AMorrison BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
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By DEVIN HAMILTON BRONZE
DETROIT, Michigan
DEVIN HAMILTON BRONZE, DETROIT, Michigan
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By ballerbelly11 BRONZE
Detroit, Michigan
ballerbelly11 BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
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By Nyilah22 BRONZE
Dteroit, Michigan
Nyilah22 BRONZE, Dteroit, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"I am not a word, I am not a line, I am not a girl that could ever be described." Nicki Minaj

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By Remarius Caughman BRONZE
Southfield, Michigan
Remarius Caughman BRONZE, Southfield, Michigan
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By Tripletee BRONZE
Detroit, Michigan
Tripletee BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
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By TimexxFlies GOLD
Sunland, California
TimexxFlies GOLD, Sunland, California
16 articles 0 photos 44 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don't know the key to success. However, the key to failure is trying to please everybody. ~Bill Cosby

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By amarie101 SILVER
West Union, West Virginia
amarie101 SILVER, West Union, West Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins. Spotlight on me and <br /> I&#039;m ready to break. I&#039;m like a performer, the danceflloor is my stage. Better be ready, hope that you feel the same.&quot; -Britney Spears, Circus

rise_against9 BRONZE, -, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe.&quot;