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Poetry
By j2250 DIAMOND
North Andover, Massachusetts

shattered in my palm is the stained glass of the truths: she's a pious girl
j2250 DIAMOND, North Andover, Massachusetts
74 articles 9 photos 37 comments

Poetry
By j2250 DIAMOND
North Andover, Massachusetts
j2250 DIAMOND, North Andover, Massachusetts
74 articles 9 photos 37 comments
Poetry
By j2250 DIAMOND
North Andover, Massachusetts
j2250 DIAMOND, North Andover, Massachusetts
74 articles 9 photos 37 comments
Poetry
By YoSprite PLATINUM
Toledo, Ohio
YoSprite PLATINUM, Toledo, Ohio
32 articles 1 photo 0 comments
Poetry
By Bacen_Music BRONZE
Vilas, North Carolina
Bacen_Music BRONZE, Vilas, North Carolina
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"For my mind is the arsenal and writing is the weapon I choose."

Poetry
By Izumi_Walker BRONZE
Washington, Missouri
Izumi_Walker BRONZE, Washington, Missouri
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Your_Apathetic_Basketcase ELITE, Orlando, Florida
137 articles 0 photos 42 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Just remember, if the world didn&#039;t suck, we&#039;d all fall off.&quot;<br /> -Derrolyn Anderson<br /> <br /> &quot;Don&#039;t trust everything you see, even salt looks like sugar.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;The sea speaks more honestly... To those willing to drown.&quot; -J.D. Hard

Poetry
By Anna45 SILVER
Allentown, New Jersey
Anna45 SILVER, Allentown, New Jersey
8 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of the shot, even as I begged silently-please not him, not him and Johnny both-I knew he would be dead, because Dally Wintson wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted

Poetry
By Anna45 SILVER
Allentown, New Jersey
Anna45 SILVER, Allentown, New Jersey
8 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of the shot, even as I begged silently-please not him, not him and Johnny both-I knew he would be dead, because Dally Wintson wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted

Poetry
By Xae__ BRONZE
Oak Park, Michigan
Xae__ BRONZE, Oak Park, Michigan
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment