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#23121voted by our readers
By LiveItUp GOLD
Congers, New York

So how can things once shared end here today? I never thought the two of us would end. A love once true now has been thrown away, And now I’ll hide and simply just pretend, The...
LiveItUp GOLD, Congers, New York
13 articles 0 photos 10 comments

#23122 Poetry
By VampireHalo BRONZE
North Huntingdon, Pennsylvania
VampireHalo BRONZE, North Huntingdon, Pennsylvania
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I&#039;m just a man, I&#039;m not a hero<br /> Just a boy, who had to sing this song<br /> I&#039;m just a man, I&#039;m not a hero<br /> I! don&#039;t! care!<br /> <br /> We&#039;ll carry on<br /> We&#039;ll carry on<br /> And though you&#039;re dead and gone believe me<br /> Your memory will carry on&quot; -My Chemical Romance

volleyball123 BRONZE, New City, New York
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#23124 Poetry
By avhgraphics BRONZE
New Orleans, Louisiana
avhgraphics BRONZE, New Orleans, Louisiana
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#23125 Poetry
By Anonymous
#23126 Poetry
haleyford10 BRONZE, El Paso, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
live laugh love

#23127 Poetry
By poeticjunkie SILVER
A Boring City, Florida
poeticjunkie SILVER, A Boring City, Florida
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;For attractive lips speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.&quot; -Unknown

#23128 Poetry
By mandaleigh96 SILVER
Keansburg, New Jersey
mandaleigh96 SILVER, Keansburg, New Jersey
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#23129 Poetry
TravelingPoet13 BRONZE, Midway, Kentucky
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness.<br /> ~Robert Frost

#23130 Poetry
By GabrielleK. SILVER
Uniontown, Pennsylvania
GabrielleK. SILVER, Uniontown, Pennsylvania
8 articles 3 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;On him does death lie heavily, who, but too well known to all, dies to himself unknown.&quot;<br /> -Seneca the Younger