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By lyric2014 BRONZE
Scotts Mills, Oregon

Heartbreak is blood red. It sounds like the scream the shatters the silence of the night. It tastes like the rusty metallic taste of blood. It smells like the thousands of tears sh...
lyric2014 BRONZE, Scotts Mills, Oregon
4 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"it's kinda bruised and beaten. it may be black and blue. kind scarred by my past. it's held together by duct tape. it may not be much but please take care of it. i left my heart with you!"


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By bre_bre BRONZE
East Liverpool, Ohio
bre_bre BRONZE, East Liverpool, Ohio
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

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its what ever dude

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By rachang24 BRONZE
Your, Pennsylvania
rachang24 BRONZE, Your, Pennsylvania
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Kill Them With Kindness

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By lyric2014 BRONZE
Scotts Mills, Oregon
lyric2014 BRONZE, Scotts Mills, Oregon
4 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"it's kinda bruised and beaten. it may be black and blue. kind scarred by my past. it's held together by duct tape. it may not be much but please take care of it. i left my heart with you!"

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By rachang24 BRONZE
Your, Pennsylvania
rachang24 BRONZE, Your, Pennsylvania
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Kill Them With Kindness

WaterGirl23 BRONZE, Nutley, New Jersey
4 articles 5 photos 47 comments

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"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them." -William Shakespeare

wheat-thins BRONZE, Torrance, California
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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.