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#62901voted by our readers
By NesrynRose BRONZE
Monroe, Wisconsin

Be quiet They say You need to be smaller You lack credibility Don’t cut your hair short You look like a boy You throw like a girl! Why does that have to be bad You&rsq...
NesrynRose BRONZE, Monroe, Wisconsin
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Hot Leg Hot Hot Leg Leg So Hot You Fry An Egg" -anonymous on tumblr


#62902 Poetry
By kkanealii26 BRONZE
Eugene, Oregon
kkanealii26 BRONZE, Eugene, Oregon
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#62903 Poetry
#62904 Poetry
By Anonymous
#62905 Poetry
By Brooke Arthur BRONZE
West Chester, Ohio
Brooke Arthur BRONZE, West Chester, Ohio
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#62906 Poetry
By TheWickedOne GOLD
Newton, Illinois
TheWickedOne GOLD, Newton, Illinois
10 articles 3 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying.

#62907 Poetry
By DanceOfBlades PLATINUM
Springfield, Virginia
DanceOfBlades PLATINUM, Springfield, Virginia
28 articles 0 photos 31 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first Law of Equivalent Exchange."

#62908 Poetry
By CourtCourt DIAMOND
Franklinville, New York
CourtCourt DIAMOND, Franklinville, New York
77 articles 0 photos 33 comments

Favorite Quote:
2 Corinthians 12:9<br /> But he said to me, &ldquo;My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. &rdquo; Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ&rsquo;s power may rest on me.

#62909 Poetry
By ennui BRONZE
Kekeha, Hawaii
ennui BRONZE, Kekeha, Hawaii
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#62910 Poetry
By CurrentBell SILVER
Brookline, Massachusetts
CurrentBell SILVER, Brookline, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.&rdquo; <br /> ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar