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By mseesm123 SILVER
Lexington, Oregon

A faint smile on her lips, as her mind slips away from sleep, and so much more. I miss the red-gold, that once framed her face, and sooner than I could ever imagine, I will...
mseesm123 SILVER, Lexington, Oregon
5 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
One person's craziness, is another person's reality -Tim Burton


zacypoo21 BRONZE, Ione, Oregon
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
If your not first, your last.

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By Sammee BRONZE
Newport, North Carolina
Sammee BRONZE, Newport, North Carolina
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By lauragem BRONZE
Oak Park, Illinois
lauragem BRONZE, Oak Park, Illinois
2 articles 3 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love me for who I am, not for who you want me to be.

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By Lindsay Moss BRONZE
Portland, Maine
Lindsay Moss BRONZE, Portland, Maine
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By Cassie Olsen BRONZE
Kenmore, New York
Cassie Olsen BRONZE, Kenmore, New York
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By Amanda Sengstacken BRONZE
Congers, New York
Amanda Sengstacken BRONZE, Congers, New York
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By LydiaC94 SILVER
Union, Kentucky
LydiaC94 SILVER, Union, Kentucky
9 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
In three words I can sum up everything I&#039;ve learned about life: it goes on.<br /> ~ Robert Frost <br /> Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That&#039;s why it&#039;s called the present. <br /> ~ Unknown<br /> In the end, it&#039;s not going to matter how many

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By chocolateharp SILVER
Plaistow, New Hampshire
chocolateharp SILVER, Plaistow, New Hampshire
8 articles 0 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Dear God,&quot; she prayed, &quot;let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.&quot; - Betty Smith (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn)

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By heatherbug DIAMOND
Elon, North Carolina
heatherbug DIAMOND, Elon, North Carolina
71 articles 0 photos 27 comments