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#13691voted by our readers
What is it like?
By Anonymous

What is it like, I wonder, To shoot a hole through your own head? A breif second of pure emotional bliss? Or a agonizing moment...
#13692 Poetry
My Stupid Repeated Mistake
By KaylynVictoria SILVER
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
KaylynVictoria SILVER, Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
5 articles 0 photos 77 comments

Favorite Quote:
Always keep your head up so you never have an excuse to look down at yourself(:

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#13693 Poetry
My Pain
By Dread GOLD
Cincinnati, Iowa
Dread GOLD, Cincinnati, Iowa
16 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Men only think of their past right before their death, as if they were searching frantically for proof that they were alive.<br /> <br /> Just because I&#039;m giving up , doesn&#039;t mean i don&#039;t care. It means I&#039;m tired of giving my everything and ending up with nothing.

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#13694 Poetry
Is it me?
By michaeln123 BRONZE
Cedar Park, Texas
michaeln123 BRONZE, Cedar Park, Texas
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it&rsquo;s very brightly coloured and it&rsquo;s very loud and it&rsquo;s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, &ldquo;Hey &ndash; don&rsquo;t worry, don&rsquo;t be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride&hellip;&rdquo; But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus &ndash; murdered; Martin Luther King &ndash; murdered; Malcolm X &ndash; murdered; Gandhi &ndash; murdered; John Lennon &ndash; murdered; Reagan&hellip; wounded. But it doesn&rsquo;t matter because: It&rsquo;s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It&rsquo;s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here&rsquo;s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

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#13695 Poetry
The World
By Hanna.A SILVER
Brooklyn, New York
Hanna.A SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments
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#13696 Poetry
I'm Fine
By Anonymous
#13697 Poetry
It Follows
By Mich7 GOLD
Pewaukee, Wisconsin
Mich7 GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
17 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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#13698 Poetry
The Wind Blows
By Anonymous
#13699 Poetry
Then Came Autumn
By Sarah Bryant SILVER
Prentiss, Mississippi
Sarah Bryant SILVER, Prentiss, Mississippi
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments
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#13700 Poetry
This Is Only High School...
By Lucy4himnotu ELITE
Richardson, Texas
Lucy4himnotu ELITE, Richardson, Texas
148 articles 0 photos 54 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I am Happy to The Point of Fear&quot; -Ralph Waldo Emmerson

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