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By Abhi Samantapudi BRONZE
Bloomfield Hills, Michigan

I stand firmly to the ground, looking. I don’t have the intelligence of Einstein or the wisdom of Socrates. I don’t possess the talents of Chaplin and can’t move like Jackson....
Abhi Samantapudi BRONZE, Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
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By Anonymous
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By nani_laceup BRONZE
Ridgefield, New Jersey
nani_laceup BRONZE, Ridgefield, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;A rose unlike any other rose is just as sweet&quot;<br /> &quot;A picture is worth a thousand words&quot;

Stickers BRONZE, Olathe, Kansas
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By mebriscoe BRONZE
Argyle, Texas
mebriscoe BRONZE, Argyle, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Forget safety.<br /> Live where you fear to live.<br /> Destroy your reputation.<br /> Be notorious.&rdquo; <br /> ― Rumi

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By lifeisajourney GOLD
Coronado, California
lifeisajourney GOLD, Coronado, California
18 articles 0 photos 48 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Life is a journey not a destination...&quot;<br /> &quot;Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life in a clearer view again.&quot;<br /> &quot;Only those who will go too far, can possibly find out how far one can go&quot;

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By morgan smith BRONZE
Flower Mound, Texas
morgan smith BRONZE, Flower Mound, Texas
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By nani_laceup BRONZE
Ridgefield, New Jersey
nani_laceup BRONZE, Ridgefield, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;A rose unlike any other rose is just as sweet&quot;<br /> &quot;A picture is worth a thousand words&quot;

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By Anonymous
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By nightfallsfast SILVER
Clemmons, North Carolina
nightfallsfast SILVER, Clemmons, North Carolina
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;How did I know that someday- at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere- the bell jar with its stifling distortions, wouldn&#039;t descend again?&quot; -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar