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By marissading BRONZE
Rochester, Minnesota

3:00 A.M. My slumped head and shoulder silhouetted against the flickering golden light of my bedside lamp. I am wondering. My mind travelling, floundering down the tunnel of lo...
marissading BRONZE, Rochester, Minnesota
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By austynrichard BRONZE
Marrero, Louisiana
austynrichard BRONZE, Marrero, Louisiana
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By MICHAELREGISTER0 SILVER
Brandon, Mississippi
MICHAELREGISTER0 SILVER, Brandon, Mississippi
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is like a lemon drop, You gotta suck through the bitter to get the sweet part" ~M. Lambart

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By white2020 BRONZE
Osborn, Missouri
white2020 BRONZE, Osborn, Missouri
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By hanroses BRONZE
Needham, Massachusetts
hanroses BRONZE, Needham, Massachusetts
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By Marysia PLATINUM
Halifax, Virginia
Marysia PLATINUM, Halifax, Virginia
33 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live."<br /> -Victor Hugo

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By Sarah_Gil PLATINUM
Greenwell Springs, Louisiana
Sarah_Gil PLATINUM, Greenwell Springs, Louisiana
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By mannionelise SILVER
New City, New York
mannionelise SILVER, New City, New York
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;You slow down, you die, Ace&quot;

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By jovova BRONZE
Cerritos, California
jovova BRONZE, Cerritos, California
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
A soft sound, Twinkling keys. Swirls of watercolor spill in. Tear-stained paint caresses the belly of blue midnight. The violin cries out its sorrow, its story of trying and redemption that never came

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By jovova BRONZE
Cerritos, California
jovova BRONZE, Cerritos, California
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
A soft sound, Twinkling keys. Swirls of watercolor spill in. Tear-stained paint caresses the belly of blue midnight. The violin cries out its sorrow, its story of trying and redemption that never came