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By Hush1 GOLD
Immokalee, Florida

You said that you would always be there for me it was a lie. You lye there under layers of dirt, Dead your skin ice cold but grey no blood running through your veins. You didn...
Hush1 GOLD, Immokalee, Florida
17 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Music is life, Music is soul and that is a fact. Music helps you cope with all kinds of mixed emotions."


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By DreamDancer SILVER
Wilmington, Delaware
DreamDancer SILVER, Wilmington, Delaware
7 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Life is fleeting. Live it.

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By thedepartedone GOLD
Visalia, California
thedepartedone GOLD, Visalia, California
16 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life is not doing a sum, but yet painting a picture."

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By Tionna Montgomery GOLD
Enumclaw, Washington
Tionna Montgomery GOLD, Enumclaw, Washington
14 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By danniboi92 BRONZE
Culver, Indiana
danniboi92 BRONZE, Culver, Indiana
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Never let school interfere with your education." -Mark Twain

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By Anonymous
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By westwardcircle BRONZE
East Falmouth, Massachusetts
westwardcircle BRONZE, East Falmouth, Massachusetts
4 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I like clothes because they make me not naked."

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By earthlyeyes GOLD
Keller, Texas
earthlyeyes GOLD, Keller, Texas
12 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel." -Horace Walpole

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By CodyBalls GOLD
Richmond, Missouri
CodyBalls GOLD, Richmond, Missouri
15 articles 0 photos 26 comments
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By YuukiCross GOLD
West Chester, Ohio
YuukiCross GOLD, West Chester, Ohio
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe."