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#227171voted by our readers
By ALM007 ELITE
São Paulo, Colorado

I’ll never know why I liked you so, why I liked each shade of your eyes But I’ll always know That I let you go before I found out why
ALM007 ELITE, São Paulo, Colorado
119 articles 54 photos 117 comments

#227172 Poetry
By JossM. SILVER
Lake Mary, Florida
JossM. SILVER, Lake Mary, Florida
5 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

#227173 Poetry
By coolcats611 BRONZE
Vancouver, Washington
coolcats611 BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
3 articles 2 photos 0 comments
#227174 Poetry
Nid.Lilly SILVER, Olympia, Washington
9 articles 2 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You are who you are, not who others say or think you are."

#227175 Poetry
By Anonymous
#227176 Poetry
By Chidinma SILVER
Greensboro, North Carolina
Chidinma SILVER, Greensboro, North Carolina
7 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#227177 Poetry
By Poemwriter1 BRONZE
Bronx, New York
Poemwriter1 BRONZE, Bronx, New York
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous. By Marianne Williamson

#227178 Poetry
By BlueInk94 PLATINUM
Valley Park, Missouri
BlueInk94 PLATINUM, Valley Park, Missouri
30 articles 0 photos 75 comments
#227179 Poetry
By jessicanichole BRONZE
Brandon, Florida
jessicanichole BRONZE, Brandon, Florida
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#227180 Poetry
By lookingformargo SILVER
Ithaca, New York
lookingformargo SILVER, Ithaca, New York
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
A child said, &quot;What is the grass?&quot; fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven... and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. -Walt Whitman, Leaves Of Grass<br /> <br /> <br /> We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. -Looking For Alaska<br /> <br /> Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, 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. -Paper Towns<br /> <br /> It is so hard to leave&mdash;until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. -Paper Towns<br /> <br /> Elsewhere the landscape is more frank.<br /> The light falls without letup, blindingly. - A Life, Sylvia Plath