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By ecampos BRONZE
Bronx, New York

It was you, When I first saw you In the silence and darkness Of the room You stood out as beautiful as the moon. My heart racing, My face complacent. My brain said take it...
ecampos BRONZE, Bronx, New York
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By Seraphina05 GOLD
Islamabad, Other
Seraphina05 GOLD, Islamabad, Other
14 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
Your past doesn't need you<br /> Your Future does

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By Izzy_Em BRONZE
Coeur D' Alene, Idaho
Izzy_Em BRONZE, Coeur D' Alene, Idaho
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By birdnerd28 SILVER
Zionsville, Pennsylvania
birdnerd28 SILVER, Zionsville, Pennsylvania
6 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"When the last tree is cut, the last fish is caught, and the last river is polluted; when to breathe the air is sickening, you will realize, too late, that wealth is not in bank accounts and that you can't eat money."<br /> -- Alanis Obomsawim

AlexLin711 DIAMOND, Bristol, Connecticut
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Teddybearheart BRONZE, Cork, Other
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment
maddywaddy SILVER, Pound Ridge, New York
5 articles 0 photos 1 comment
PineApplemushrooMs PLATINUM, Dayton, Ohio
41 articles 0 photos 31 comments
tamaraabouzainab BRONZE, Saida, Other
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By EmilyTheKiwi PLATINUM
Flemington, New Jersey
EmilyTheKiwi PLATINUM, Flemington, New Jersey
30 articles 1 photo 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Picture a wave. In the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. And it's there. And you can see it, you know what it is. It's a wave.<br /> <br /> And then it crashes in the shore and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. You know it's one conception of death for Buddhists: the wave returns to the ocean, where it came from and where it's supposed to be."<br /> -The Good Place