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Poetry
By MariaDavis PLATINUM
Waynesville OH, Ohio

Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive Lost in the path of resent, We curse and hold to bitterness Unable to let go, But still wanting to be fre...
MariaDavis PLATINUM, Waynesville OH, Ohio
29 articles 1 photo 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
you can lead a horse, but you can&#039;t make it drink, but you can lead the horse and not make it drink.<br /> if horses were wishes beggars would ride, hell i would too (I do).<br /> Don&#039;t give up.


Poetry
By MariaDavis PLATINUM
Waynesville OH, Ohio
MariaDavis PLATINUM, Waynesville OH, Ohio
29 articles 1 photo 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
you can lead a horse, but you can&#039;t make it drink, but you can lead the horse and not make it drink.<br /> if horses were wishes beggars would ride, hell i would too (I do).<br /> Don&#039;t give up.

Poetry
By ahayden12 BRONZE
Stockbridge, Georgia
ahayden12 BRONZE, Stockbridge, Georgia
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By ahayden12 BRONZE
Stockbridge, Georgia
ahayden12 BRONZE, Stockbridge, Georgia
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By Brittany_Garcia BRONZE
LA Mesa, California
Brittany_Garcia BRONZE, LA Mesa, California
2 articles 0 photos 7 comments
Poetry
By Anonymous
brandta04 BRONZE, Brook Park, Ohio
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
im more of a man then you&#039;ll ever be, and more of a woman then you&#039;ll ever get

Poetry
By kaykaybeck PLATINUM
Petersburg, Michigan
kaykaybeck PLATINUM, Petersburg, Michigan
24 articles 4 photos 80 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life takes you somewhere, love helps you get there.

Poetry
By greenbopp BRONZE
San Diego, California
greenbopp BRONZE, San Diego, California
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By Zobst1 GOLD
Buffalo, New York
Zobst1 GOLD, Buffalo, New York
18 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.&quot; -The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde