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By Anonymous

The snow falls gently onto the cold ground, Taking my spirit along with the flakes, My heart has hit the bottom, Without you I am nothing, Nothing but a soul, Waiting to be p...

Poetry
By jennybear16 SILVER
Gibraltar Road, Michigan
jennybear16 SILVER, Gibraltar Road, Michigan
6 articles 42 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP

Poetry
By jennybear16 SILVER
Gibraltar Road, Michigan
jennybear16 SILVER, Gibraltar Road, Michigan
6 articles 42 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP

Poetry
By jennybear16 SILVER
Gibraltar Road, Michigan
jennybear16 SILVER, Gibraltar Road, Michigan
6 articles 42 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP

Poetry
By OscarW. DIAMOND
Clarksville, Arkansas
OscarW. DIAMOND, Clarksville, Arkansas
95 articles 0 photos 41 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds ways to kneel and kiss the ground.&quot; - Rumi

Poetry
By jennybear16 SILVER
Gibraltar Road, Michigan
jennybear16 SILVER, Gibraltar Road, Michigan
6 articles 42 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP

Poetry
By OscarW. DIAMOND
Clarksville, Arkansas
OscarW. DIAMOND, Clarksville, Arkansas
95 articles 0 photos 41 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds ways to kneel and kiss the ground.&quot; - Rumi

Poetry
By jennybear16 SILVER
Gibraltar Road, Michigan
jennybear16 SILVER, Gibraltar Road, Michigan
6 articles 42 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP

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By Anonymous
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By GuardianAngel13 SILVER
Piscataway, New Jersey
GuardianAngel13 SILVER, Piscataway, New Jersey
7 articles 2 photos 5 comments