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#254951voted by our readers
By Valkyrie SILVER
Vernon Hills, Illinois

You sit, if sitting is the right word Broken, dead inside Won’t you look at me? Pools of (blood) wine stain The rug. You always liked it. The patterns were nice, you said. It...
Valkyrie SILVER, Vernon Hills, Illinois
6 articles 0 photos 6 comments

#254952 Poetry
By SheaButter BRONZE
Mountainville, New York
SheaButter BRONZE, Mountainville, New York
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#254953 Poetry
By ThAtGuRl PLATINUM
Perris, California
ThAtGuRl PLATINUM, Perris, California
24 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
i believe things happen for a reason.people change so you learn to let go,things go wrong so you can appreciate them when thier right.you believe lies so you learn to trust no one but urself and sumtimes good things fall apart so bttr things can 2gthr

merelyacitizen DIAMOND, Waynesville, North Carolina
64 articles 2 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
I reject your reality and substitute my own.

#254955 Poetry
By HadassahJ GOLD
Far Rockaway, New York
HadassahJ GOLD, Far Rockaway, New York
13 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.&rdquo;<br /> <br /> ― Neil Gaiman

#254956 Poetry
By Anonymous
#254957 Poetry
By hearts;ASHLEIGH;hearts BRONZE
Tyner, North Carolina
hearts;ASHLEIGH;hearts BRONZE, Tyner, North Carolina
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#254958 Poetry
By Gone_Rogue BRONZE
Manchester, Connecticut
Gone_Rogue BRONZE, Manchester, Connecticut
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;And nothings wrong when nothings true.&quot;

#254959 Poetry
By cat27 GOLD
East Peoria, Illinois
cat27 GOLD, East Peoria, Illinois
14 articles 2 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
"and the salt in my wounds isn't burning anymore than it used to. It's not that I don't feel the pain. It's just I'm not afraid of hurting anymore. And the blood in these veins isn't pumping any less than it ever has and that's the hope I have, the only thing I know that's keeping me alive." - Paramore (Last Hope)

#254960 Poetry
By Anonymous