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By firefly116 BRONZE
Southern Pines, North Carolina

churning vacuum, perilous height burning heat and darkest night tearing, thrashing, drizzling rain vortex, destroyer, bringer of pain dynamic force of body and mind level all,...
firefly116 BRONZE, Southern Pines, North Carolina
4 articles 0 photos 10 comments

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By Brunettie SILVER
Norfolk, Virginia
Brunettie SILVER, Norfolk, Virginia
5 articles 0 photos 3 comments
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By MsQuared GOLD
Morrison, Tennessee
MsQuared GOLD, Morrison, Tennessee
10 articles 0 photos 1 comment
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By PursuitofHappiness GOLD
Fort Mill, South Carolina
PursuitofHappiness GOLD, Fort Mill, South Carolina
14 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Respect the written word&quot;<br /> &quot;What ever you are, be a good one&quot;

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By WikdChick GOLD
Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.

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By WikdChick GOLD
Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.

Poetry
By WikdChick GOLD
Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.

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By Hawgs*Baby*Girl PLATINUM
Morrison, Tennessee
Hawgs*Baby*Girl PLATINUM, Morrison, Tennessee
23 articles 3 photos 3 comments
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By BubbiG GOLD
Columbia, Maryland
BubbiG GOLD, Columbia, Maryland
14 articles 4 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;NEVER LOOK BACKWARDS ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD!&quot;<br /> <br /> Lisa Left-eye Lopes

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By BaBii_GhErL PLATINUM
Wasilla, Alaska
BaBii_GhErL PLATINUM, Wasilla, Alaska
27 articles 0 photos 24 comments

Favorite Quote:
Loving someone who doesnt love u is not wrong its just painful!