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By YoLIVEo GOLD
Hamilton, Montana

today my life fell so in response i cried yelling at all people who hurt me and lied today is a new day the sun should shine today is a new day it will be mine to the laug...
YoLIVEo GOLD, Hamilton, Montana
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Favorite Quote:
"soup"


lizzy1002 GOLD, Palm Bay, Florida
13 articles 0 photos 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
" I rather die for somthing then live for nothing"-Unknown

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By LAXdoubleK BRONZE
Aurora, Colorado
LAXdoubleK BRONZE, Aurora, Colorado
2 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I cannot give you the formula for success, but I can give you the formula for failure--which is:<br /> Try to please everybody.&quot;<br /> -Herbert Bayard Swope

Nightrolight55 BRONZE, Laurier, Washington
4 articles 6 photos 1 comment
IRBFGW DIAMOND, Cincinnati, Ohio
53 articles 1 photo 223 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Hey, assbutt!&quot; Supernatural, Castiel.

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By Jayde_Marie_95 GOLD
Los Banos, California
Jayde_Marie_95 GOLD, Los Banos, California
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CodyKinzz BRONZE, Lyman, Maine
4 articles 0 photos 3 comments

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.<br /> ~~ Robert Frost<br /> ...<br /> &ldquo;I&#039;m tough, ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a b****, okay.<br /> ~~ Madonna<br /> <br /> &ldquo;People are like stained-glass wind

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By CookieWarrior BRONZE
Evanston, Illinois
CookieWarrior BRONZE, Evanston, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;sucks your brains&quot; from a random zombie.

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By Anonymous
billlover420 GOLD, Justin, Texas
12 articles 0 photos 70 comments

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Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.  People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger,The Catcher in the Rye,