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#12891voted by our readers
By BriChamberlain BRONZE
Oak Park, Michigan

I am Brianna I am silly I laugh I am mean I'm rude
BriChamberlain BRONZE, Oak Park, Michigan
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#12892 Poetry
By Anonymous
#12893 Poetry
By Jasminexo BRONZE
South Plainfield, New Jersey
Jasminexo BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#12894 Poetry
By LydiaR. SILVER
Norwood, Massachusetts
LydiaR. SILVER, Norwood, Massachusetts
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#12895 Poetry
morganazana BRONZE, Hackensack, New Jersey
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"So it goes." - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

#12896 Poetry
By KiaraGonzalez SILVER
Darby, Montana
KiaraGonzalez SILVER, Darby, Montana
5 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;I&#039;m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can&#039;t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don&#039;t deserve me at my best.&rdquo; <br /> ― Marilyn Monroe

#12897 Poetry
By Livibear BRONZE
Duke, Missouri
Livibear BRONZE, Duke, Missouri
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#12898 Poetry
By Vinline SILVER
Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Vinline SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#12899 Poetry
By Egauthier BRONZE
Purling, New York
Egauthier BRONZE, Purling, New York
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
dont leave the one you love for the one you like, for the one you like will leave you for the one they love...

#12900 Poetry
By BettingImNot GOLD
Toronto, Other
BettingImNot GOLD, Toronto, Other
13 articles 2 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It&#039;s a paper town, look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.&rdquo; -John Green