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Emo
By Jezabel PLATINUM
Ricmond, Virginia

Its a word nothing inportain nothing special but as you yell it a the kid that weres black it no longer nothing it hurt
Jezabel PLATINUM, Ricmond, Virginia
35 articles 0 photos 53 comments

Favorite Quote:
In the end we will not the remeber the words of your enemys, but the silence of are friends.<br /> ~ Martin Luther King Jr.


#477122 Poetry
DreamingPoet89 DIAMOND, Hillsboro, Ohio
86 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life without love , is no life at all

#477123 Poetry
By adrija_gupta GOLD
Mumbai, Other
adrija_gupta GOLD, Mumbai, Other
11 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
time and music heals all......

#477124 Poetry
By Anonymous
j.g.poems PLATINUM, Naples, Florida
29 articles 6 photos 43 comments
#477126 Poetry
Vasilissa BRONZE, Giza, Other
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life. -Rumi

#477127 Poetry
By Lucyrobinson2002 SILVER
Baytown, Texas
Lucyrobinson2002 SILVER, Baytown, Texas
9 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
One Day If The Speed Kills Me Do Not Cry Because I Was Smiling -Brian O&#039;Connor-

#477128 Poetry
By Anonymous
#477129 Poetry
By lusciouslucius BRONZE
Lake Peekskill, New York
lusciouslucius BRONZE, Lake Peekskill, New York
4 articles 0 photos 3 comments
#477130 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;