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By Vincent Gigliotti SILVER
Phoenix, Arizona

I, would rather be outside Living life. Not observing it through Double paned obscurity. Because these cold hard walls, Unmoving, and stained white By the angelically si...
Vincent Gigliotti SILVER, Phoenix, Arizona
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

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By ThunderHorse92 SILVER
Flushing, New York
ThunderHorse92 SILVER, Flushing, New York
7 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise."

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By sandhawk3000 PLATINUM
Collinsville, Connecticut
sandhawk3000 PLATINUM, Collinsville, Connecticut
45 articles 1 photo 6 comments
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By Natalie1417 BRONZE
Singapore, Other
Natalie1417 BRONZE, Singapore, Other
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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CharlyConklinWillEatYourHeart BRONZE, Oakland, New Jersey
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"When the root is strong, the fruit is sweet" - Bob Marley

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fadwaahmed PLATINUM, Safat, Other
23 articles 0 photos 5 comments
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By Lexy10 GOLD
Hartland, Wisconsin
Lexy10 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
12 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By SCUBASTEVE1999 GOLD
Hartland, Wisconsin
SCUBASTEVE1999 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
11 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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By cheese-n-bacon SILVER
Jacksonville, Florida
cheese-n-bacon SILVER, Jacksonville, Florida
7 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Till are one

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By EmilyTheKiwi PLATINUM
Flemington, New Jersey
EmilyTheKiwi PLATINUM, Flemington, New Jersey
30 articles 1 photo 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Picture a wave. In the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. And it's there. And you can see it, you know what it is. It's a wave.<br /> <br /> And then it crashes in the shore and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. You know it's one conception of death for Buddhists: the wave returns to the ocean, where it came from and where it's supposed to be."<br /> -The Good Place