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The mask
By vera-s SILVER
Huntington, New York

She's always smiling, jumping around little do you know she doesn't want to be in a crowd   Her eyes sparkle with life little do you know she she cuts herself with a knif...
vera-s SILVER, Huntington, New York
6 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
whether you can or can't, you're right

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A Visitation
By Gingertime BRONZE
Everett, Washington
Gingertime BRONZE, Everett, Washington
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
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The dream of lasting forever weird
By goldylockz13 BRONZE
Spring, Texas
goldylockz13 BRONZE, Spring, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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When I Was A Kid
By Revaille BRONZE
Dunvegan, Other
Revaille BRONZE, Dunvegan, Other
1 article 1 photo 0 comments
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Messy
By Golostif000 BRONZE
Vancouver, Washington
Golostif000 BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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Rocking Chair
By Anonymous
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Dandelions in the field
By Anonymous
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Keep Running
By tessafletcher GOLD
Midlothian, Virginia
tessafletcher GOLD, Midlothian, Virginia
15 articles 24 photos 9 comments
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Stereotypical Preformances
By Tori10 BRONZE
Groton, Connecticut
Tori10 BRONZE, Groton, Connecticut
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, <br /> Love leaves a memory no one can steal.

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Mixed Emotions
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;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 can 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 culs-de-sac, 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.&rdquo;<br /> ― John Green, Paper Towns

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