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By Beauty BRONZE
Bumpass, Virginia

Your words are like a sword to the heart, Piercing the soul and leaving me to die. As I lie there and try to catch my breath, I wonder what it was like to die. What it was lik...
Beauty BRONZE, Bumpass, Virginia
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By Beauty BRONZE
Bumpass, Virginia
Beauty BRONZE, Bumpass, Virginia
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By kelseym26 BRONZE
Parkesburg, Pennsylvania
kelseym26 BRONZE, Parkesburg, Pennsylvania
4 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
"friends are like stars, you can't always see them, but you know they're always there"

Happy2lV3Hate GOLD, Gfa, Kentucky
10 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
Im gone...dust in the wind. I smile down at these people. <br /> <br /> Stop pretending, your just like me. You&#039;ll die one day or another.

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By TheOak BRONZE
Herndon, Virginia
TheOak BRONZE, Herndon, Virginia
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By Happy2lV3Hate GOLD
Gfa, Kentucky
Happy2lV3Hate GOLD, Gfa, Kentucky
10 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
Im gone...dust in the wind. I smile down at these people. <br /> <br /> Stop pretending, your just like me. You&#039;ll die one day or another.

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By Vino Naidoo BRONZE
Singapore, Other
Vino Naidoo BRONZE, Singapore, Other
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By pinklover33 GOLD
Unknown, Other
pinklover33 GOLD, Unknown, Other
10 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Learn to love, fight for what&#039;s right but most of all never give up on life

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By BansheeMyBeat SILVER
Peoria, Arizona
BansheeMyBeat SILVER, Peoria, Arizona
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Dream as if you&#039;ll live forever. Live as if you&#039;ll die today.<br /> James Dean

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By Descant GOLD
Huntington Beach, California
Descant GOLD, Huntington Beach, California
15 articles 40 photos 26 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;A man&#039;s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened&quot; &ndash;Albert Camus