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#382931voted by our readers
By Miss_May1312 BRONZE
Lincoln, Nebraska

Wishful thinking left and right Don’t even know how I feel tonight My stony glare fills with tears The hope in me disappears Stay good stay better Stay who you are forever D...
Miss_May1312 BRONZE, Lincoln, Nebraska
3 articles 0 photos 21 comments

#382932 Poetry
By rockbrook6 BRONZE
Omaha, Nebraska
rockbrook6 BRONZE, Omaha, Nebraska
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#382933 Poetry
AnnaMarie PLATINUM, Maple Valley, Washington
23 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Life is too short, never give up just keep trying!<br /> Dont make someone a priorety when your only just an option.

#382934 Poetry
By Anonymous
#382935 Poetry
By P_Palmssss BRONZE
Oak Ridge, Tennessee
P_Palmssss BRONZE, Oak Ridge, Tennessee
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#382936 Poetry
By Fishie PLATINUM
El Cajon, California
Fishie PLATINUM, El Cajon, California
25 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.&rdquo;

GirlIn15GlassPieces GOLD, Waco, Texas
16 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Stand before the people you fear and speak your mind – even if your voice shakes." — Maggie Kuhn

#382938 Poetry
#382939 Poetry
By Friggi PLATINUM
Manassas, Virginia
Friggi PLATINUM, Manassas, Virginia
40 articles 0 photos 32 comments

Favorite Quote:
Giving up is not weakness it means you are strong and brave enough to let it all go

#382940 Poetry
By electrichearts SILVER
Franklin Lakes, New Jersey
electrichearts SILVER, Franklin Lakes, New Jersey
5 articles 0 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It didn&#039;t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn&#039;t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. &quot;