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By natalie.schlosberg PLATINUM
Hastings-On-Hudson, New York

as well as other class-one drugs you give on Christmas eve? make me trace our names in midnight milk and cream? will i be forgetting, transcending, into the spaces typed b e...
natalie.schlosberg PLATINUM, Hastings-On-Hudson, New York
30 articles 0 photos 6 comments

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By natalie.schlosberg PLATINUM
Hastings-On-Hudson, New York
natalie.schlosberg PLATINUM, Hastings-On-Hudson, New York
30 articles 0 photos 6 comments
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By Jadie Chauncey BRONZE
Junction City, Kansas
Jadie Chauncey BRONZE, Junction City, Kansas
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By WildWendy21 PLATINUM
Luling,Texas, Texas
WildWendy21 PLATINUM, Luling,Texas, Texas
37 articles 1 photo 2 comments

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"mistakes are painful when they happen, but a collection of mistakes is called experience."-tumblr

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By WildWendy21 PLATINUM
Luling,Texas, Texas
WildWendy21 PLATINUM, Luling,Texas, Texas
37 articles 1 photo 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"mistakes are painful when they happen, but a collection of mistakes is called experience."-tumblr

Poetry
By WildWendy21 PLATINUM
Luling,Texas, Texas
WildWendy21 PLATINUM, Luling,Texas, Texas
37 articles 1 photo 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"mistakes are painful when they happen, but a collection of mistakes is called experience."-tumblr

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By Alaan_Moya BRONZE
El Paso, Texas
Alaan_Moya BRONZE, El Paso, Texas
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By k4y1a BRONZE
Barrington, Illinois
k4y1a BRONZE, Barrington, Illinois
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angel_of_silence PLATINUM, Cotulla, Texas
24 articles 0 photos 62 comments

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“The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.” -Jace Wayland City of Bones

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By KayRae GOLD
Arlington Hts, Illinois
KayRae GOLD, Arlington Hts, Illinois
14 articles 0 photos 20 comments

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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.