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By tragic_truth BRONZE
Holiday, Florida

Stressing, obosessing, relaxing not existing, memories always haunting, relief always taunting. Focus out of reach, teachers trying to teach, but I still cannot see whatis r...
tragic_truth BRONZE, Holiday, Florida
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By EmiiAngel GOLD
Brooklyn, New York
EmiiAngel GOLD, Brooklyn, New York
14 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Everything's alright in the end. If it isn't, it's not the end."

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By somethings BRONZE
Searcy, Arkansas
somethings BRONZE, Searcy, Arkansas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I am myself; that is not enough."-Sylvia Plath

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By Amanda2222 BRONZE
Imperial Beach, California
Amanda2222 BRONZE, Imperial Beach, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By MeaganPamela PLATINUM
Clarkston, Michigan
MeaganPamela PLATINUM, Clarkston, Michigan
26 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia." -John Green

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By uhmjanis BRONZE
Irvine, California
uhmjanis BRONZE, Irvine, California
3 articles 0 photos 6 comments
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By Stevenray BRONZE
Conneautville, Pennsylvania
Stevenray BRONZE, Conneautville, Pennsylvania
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being &quot;in love&quot; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&quot;<br /> -St. Augustine