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#222051voted by our readers
By QuinnSabin BRONZE
Cannon Falls, Minnesota

Each morning I open my eyes, I look in the mirror, and I put on my mask. The same smile, the same happy eyes, the same deep down pain. I say to myself, I’ll take it off,...
QuinnSabin BRONZE, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#222052 Poetry
Ehssteeh21 BRONZE, Dededo, Other
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#222053 Poetry
By Randym SILVER
Andover, Kansas
Randym SILVER, Andover, Kansas
6 articles 7 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Even the brightest people have shadows - Raven Holland

#222054 Poetry
By MoMo:D BRONZE
Rome, New York
MoMo:D BRONZE, Rome, New York
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#222055 Poetry
By hellosmoke1 SILVER
New City, New York
hellosmoke1 SILVER, New City, New York
6 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
“I used to say, somebody should do something about that, but then I realized, I am somebody.”

#222056 Poetry
thatoneperson999 SILVER, Everson, Washington
5 articles 1 photo 0 comments
#222057 Poetry
tweetiebruce PLATINUM, Sydney, Other
24 articles 0 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is like music - You can make mistakes so you try again. But when the piece can't be helped you try again another time.

#222058 Poetry
By RINIVYAS SILVER
Jodhpur, Other
RINIVYAS SILVER, Jodhpur, Other
7 articles 5 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
heaven doesnt need me <br /> &quot;N&quot;<br /> hell is afraid i might take over.......

#222059 Poetry
By ShawnaChabot SILVER
Vancouver, Other
ShawnaChabot SILVER, Vancouver, Other
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#222060 Poetry
By videotaped GOLD
Geneva, New York
videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
19 articles 18 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.&quot;<br /> - The Celtic Twilight, W. B. Yeats