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By jdgaescritor BRONZE
Medellín, Other

And what's the point of it?  The world just keeps on turning  like nothing ever happened.    Why would anyone ever care about what I did or stopped doing?!...
jdgaescritor BRONZE, Medellín, Other
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

#452242 Poetry
By Mad13658 GOLD
Glen Rock, Pennsylvania
Mad13658 GOLD, Glen Rock, Pennsylvania
18 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;You&#039;ve got to love what&#039;s lovable, and hate what&#039;s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.&quot;<br /> - Robert Frost

#452243 Poetry
By Maggie2014 GOLD
Great Falls, Virginia
Maggie2014 GOLD, Great Falls, Virginia
11 articles 0 photos 13 comments
#452244 Poetry
By Kirika GOLD
Worcester, Massachusetts
Kirika GOLD, Worcester, Massachusetts
14 articles 8 photos 24 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Without music, life would be a mistake.&quot; - Friedrich Nietzsche

Ariel_ BRONZE, Winton, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;We attack the premises, I&#039;m like your Nemesis, devils better remember this.&quot;

#452246 Poetry
By tothemaxx1532 BRONZE
Bayboro, North Carolina
tothemaxx1532 BRONZE, Bayboro, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Carpe Diem &quot;Seize the day&quot;

#452247 Poetry
By 0_0meh0_0 BRONZE
Funky Town, Wisconsin
0_0meh0_0 BRONZE, Funky Town, Wisconsin
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Meow chimichanga.

#452248 Poetry
By Anonymous
#452249 Poetry
By BlueRaven SILVER
Garden City, Kansas
BlueRaven SILVER, Garden City, Kansas
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#452250 Poetry
By madgodinabluebox BRONZE
Sylva, North Carolina
madgodinabluebox BRONZE, Sylva, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you&#039;ll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?