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Poetry
By KelliBelli BRONZE
Hemet, California

Staying at home forever and ever Without knowing the day of the week or the outside weather. I lay in my bed imagining what could be, instead of thinking about the unknown illnes...
KelliBelli BRONZE, Hemet, California
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By lheart BRONZE
Montague, California
lheart BRONZE, Montague, California
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By MayaJun3 SILVER
Lunenburg, Massachusetts
MayaJun3 SILVER, Lunenburg, Massachusetts
9 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
You're never fully dressed without a smile.

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By Angel8 BRONZE
Mendenhall, Mississippi
Angel8 BRONZE, Mendenhall, Mississippi
1 article 0 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
Sha Sha Shake it... Dont break it... It to ya mama nine months to make it!

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By AlexaBeth SILVER
Stewartstown, Pennsylvania
AlexaBeth SILVER, Stewartstown, Pennsylvania
5 articles 0 photos 5 comments
Poetry
By Hannahleh BRONZE
Abilene, Texas
Hannahleh BRONZE, Abilene, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By codman1004 GOLD
Polk City, Iowa
codman1004 GOLD, Polk City, Iowa
10 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Tis better to have loved and lost<br /> Than never to have loved at all.&rdquo; <br /> -Tennyson

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By AlexaBeth SILVER
Stewartstown, Pennsylvania
AlexaBeth SILVER, Stewartstown, Pennsylvania
5 articles 0 photos 5 comments
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By StreetKat SILVER
Hamlin, New York
StreetKat SILVER, Hamlin, New York
9 articles 2 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
V: Voil&agrave;! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it&#039;s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. <br /> Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person? <br /> V: I am quite sure they will say so.

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By JayKay BRONZE
Eastpointe, Michigan
JayKay BRONZE, Eastpointe, Michigan
1 article 0 photos 0 comments