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Poetry
By Giggleyblonde23 SILVER
Chicago, Illinois

Verse 1 You can say that it's not funny when I know that inside, you're laughin' And you can say that I look stupid but You wanna join me when I start dancin&#...
Giggleyblonde23 SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
8 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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By TaylorC SILVER
Lubbock, Texas
TaylorC SILVER, Lubbock, Texas
5 articles 0 photos 9 comments
Giggleyblonde23 SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
8 articles 0 photos 1 comment
ezrazimmerman GOLD, Menlo Park, California
12 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else&#039;s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.&quot;<br /> -Oscar Wilde

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By StrawberryTofu PLATINUM
New City, New York
StrawberryTofu PLATINUM, New City, New York
24 articles 11 photos 13 comments
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By blackrosedying GOLD
Belton, South Carolina
blackrosedying GOLD, Belton, South Carolina
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;flowers tear and life ain&#039;t fair.&quot;

Poetry
By hannahbee7 DIAMOND
Boca Raton, Florida
hannahbee7 DIAMOND, Boca Raton, Florida
67 articles 1 photo 65 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;You know you&rsquo;re a writer if your friend tells you a heartbreaking story and your first reaction is &ndash; wow, that would make an incredible plot for a novel. You know you&rsquo;re a smart writer if you manage to keep that reaction to yourself.&quot;

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By KolbyxKarma GOLD
Fall River, Massachusetts
KolbyxKarma GOLD, Fall River, Massachusetts
16 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot; In the end, everything is okay. If it&#039;s not okay, it&#039;s not the end. &quot;

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By WikdChick GOLD
Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.

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By TeaMongrel BRONZE
Keller, Texas
TeaMongrel BRONZE, Keller, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments