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#209061voted by our readers
By purple-chip GOLD
Wilmington, Delaware

No one understands No one feels the grief I hold Imagine The pain I feel as I collect the souls The fallen soldiers The sick children The mothers The fathers Everyone...
purple-chip GOLD, Wilmington, Delaware
19 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
✿&quot;Don&#039;t Follow Your Dreams; Chase Them.&quot; <br /> ✿&quot;Everyday Is A Second Chance.&quot;<br /> ✿&quot;You Aren&#039;t A Problem; You Just Have One.&quot;


#209062 Poetry
By Dharrington BRONZE
Oak Harbor, Washington
Dharrington BRONZE, Oak Harbor, Washington
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#209063 Poetry
By Anonymous
#209064 Poetry
Torrzilla GOLD, Ames, Iowa
18 articles 17 photos 49 comments
#209065 Poetry
Toree Hoobler BRONZE, Belgrade, Montana
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#209066 Poetry
By annkaykay2011 DIAMOND
Lansing, Michigan
annkaykay2011 DIAMOND, Lansing, Michigan
75 articles 11 photos 137 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I am who I am, sorry, no changes.&quot;

#209067 Poetry
By TTTeeSS GOLD
La Porte, Colorado
TTTeeSS GOLD, La Porte, Colorado
17 articles 6 photos 69 comments

Favorite Quote:
There is no such thing as nothing, yet there is such thing as nothing, simply because there is nothing such as nothing.

#209068 Poetry
By SilverLuna SILVER
_________, Washington
SilverLuna SILVER, _________, Washington
8 articles 0 photos 229 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Come fairies take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.&quot;.... W.B. Yeats.<br /> &quot;Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.&quot; - Douglas Adams

#209069 Poetry
By Stevenray BRONZE
Conneautville, Pennsylvania
Stevenray BRONZE, Conneautville, Pennsylvania
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being &quot;in love&quot; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&quot;<br /> -St. Augustine

#209070 Poetry
By Anonymous