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By shane,fenchly BRONZE
Arvada, Colorado

My Heart bursts through my chest, Following your ever smaller silhouette, Falling down the stars, Into a world of only, You, Me, A trail of blood n’ tears, It’s all I...
shane,fenchly BRONZE, Arvada, Colorado
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

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By Anonymous
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By jnickyk98 BRONZE
South Greensburg, Pennsylvania
jnickyk98 BRONZE, South Greensburg, Pennsylvania
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
do to others as though you wud want done to u

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By jnbrown SILVER
Meredith, New Hampshire
jnbrown SILVER, Meredith, New Hampshire
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone." - Vita Sackville-West

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By zenPanda BRONZE
Cranbourne, Other
zenPanda BRONZE, Cranbourne, Other
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
You know you're in love when you don't want to sleep because reality is suddenly better than your dreams.

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By Janeyy BRONZE
Vancouver, Other
Janeyy BRONZE, Vancouver, Other
4 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
\"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams\" <3

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By NeVassa GOLD
Ft. Belvoir, Virginia
NeVassa GOLD, Ft. Belvoir, Virginia
18 articles 0 photos 50 comments

Favorite Quote:
Oh god I was a stupid twelve year old

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By Anonymous
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By Wired_To_Inspire PLATINUM
Coopersburg, Pennsylvania
Wired_To_Inspire PLATINUM, Coopersburg, Pennsylvania
49 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Your mind fights the battles, but your heart wins the war." -Liz Ruth

Porcellina SILVER, Oxford, Ohio
6 articles 0 photos 3 comments

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I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one.... Humans are caught -- in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too—in a net of good and evil... There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well -- or ill?