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#463851voted by our readers
By Anonymous

I sit, trying to eat, with each bite, I tear myself apart. I watch others eat food with no hesitation, with no counting. As I stick my fingers down my throat, I question, “...

#463852 Poetry
By Anonymous
#463853 Poetry
Loki(norsegod) DIAMOND, Sapello, New Mexico
62 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#463854 Poetry
By Casper1 GOLD
Wytheville, Virginia
Casper1 GOLD, Wytheville, Virginia
12 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"Nobody can hurt me without my permission." --Gandhi, " Light, the visible reminder of invisible light"- T.S Eliot, "God made the dark so we could see the light"- five girls.

#463855 Poetry
By Roseline BRONZE
Santa Rosa De Copan, Other
Roseline BRONZE, Santa Rosa De Copan, Other
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Always take a stand for yourself, your values. You are defined for what you stand for.

#463856 Poetry
By Fervor_and_Fire GOLD
Ritzville, Washington
Fervor_and_Fire GOLD, Ritzville, Washington
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;There is plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.&quot; ~ William Herondale in Clockwork Angel (written by Cassandra Clare) <br /> <br /> #bandgeek #foreveralone #softballfamily #demonpoxisreal #hashtagsonfacebook #thisisntfacebook

#463857 Poetry
By Lambert BRONZE
WOODRIDGE, Illinois
Lambert BRONZE, WOODRIDGE, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#463858 Poetry
By Anonymous
#463859 Poetry
By Chelyse Dillon BRONZE
Shiloh, Illinois
Chelyse Dillon BRONZE, Shiloh, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 1 comment
#463860 Poetry
By Kairi_McEwin GOLD
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Kairi_McEwin GOLD, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
19 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Truth is always stranger than fiction. We craft fiction to match our sense of how things ought to be, but truth cannot be crafted. Truth is, and truth has a way of astonishing us to our knees. Reminding us, that the universe does not exist to fulfill our expectations. Because we are imperfect beings who are self-blinded to the truth of the world&rsquo;s stunning complexity, we shave reality to paper thin theories and ideologies that we can easily grasp &ndash; and we call them truths. But the truth of a sea in all it&rsquo;s immensity cannot be embodied in one tidewashed pebble.&rdquo;