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#44591voted by our readers
Society Killed the Girl
By keep_hope_alive23 BRONZE
Indianapolis, Indiana

They told her it would be okay So she gave into society Gave into the world that lied to her so beautifully She begs on her knees For beauty Something she would never see W...
keep_hope_alive23 BRONZE, Indianapolis, Indiana
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"People should fall in love with their eyes closed."- Andy Warhol.

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#44592 Poetry
Reflecting Hollow
By RyanM. PLATINUM
Klamath Falls, Oregon
RyanM. PLATINUM, Klamath Falls, Oregon
30 articles 0 photos 70 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Those who deny the darkness in their hearts, are the ones who fall deeper into it."

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#44593 Poetry
Home.
By Maddieb211 BRONZE
Lowell, Massachusetts
Maddieb211 BRONZE, Lowell, Massachusetts
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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#44594 Poetry
Daydreaming at Night
By Anonymous
#44595 Poetry
Someone
By Brianna Cote BRONZE
Martinsburg, West Virginia
Brianna Cote BRONZE, Martinsburg, West Virginia
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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#44596 Poetry
In a pet store
By Sullyfidget BRONZE
Stillwater, Minnesota
Sullyfidget BRONZE, Stillwater, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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#44597 Poetry
All Over the World
By Anonymous
#44598 Poetry
A Girl in the Sea
By Chrome_Clouds SILVER
Winterport, Maine
Chrome_Clouds SILVER, Winterport, Maine
9 articles 2 photos 7 comments
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#44599 Poetry
We Aren"t Great Lions
By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

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#44600 Poetry
Pause.
By Triss GOLD
Delaware, Ohio
Triss GOLD, Delaware, Ohio
11 articles 1 photo 22 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;School is practice for the future, practice makes perfect, but nobody is perfect. So why practice?&quot;<br /> &quot;You can murder a murderer, but you can never murder murder itself.&quot;<br /> &quot;Life&#039;s not about waiting for the storm to pass but learning to dance in the rain

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