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#285721voted by our readers
By MWolf9 BRONZE
Jackson, New Jersey

Two people who do not know each other cross paths. They do not seem to notice and continue on their way. The girl walks into a library and sits down to talk to her friends. Twen...
MWolf9 BRONZE, Jackson, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
Read my work and you will find a new way to view mankind.


#285722 Poetry
By SpectrumCrossplague SILVER
Vancouver, Washington
SpectrumCrossplague SILVER, Vancouver, Washington
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#285723 Poetry
By michelleberta GOLD
Phenix City, Alabama
michelleberta GOLD, Phenix City, Alabama
16 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
"We can't choose where we come from, but we can choose where we go."- Perks of Being A Wallflower

#285724 Poetry
Electra Anders BRONZE, Blaine, Minnesota
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#285725 Poetry
By DOODLER171 BRONZE
West Allis, Wisconsin
DOODLER171 BRONZE, West Allis, Wisconsin
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#285726 Poetry
By Nicholas Altonen BRONZE
Duluth, Minnesota
Nicholas Altonen BRONZE, Duluth, Minnesota
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#285727 Poetry
PineWildfires SILVER, Charlestown, Indiana
6 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man&#039;s character, give him power.&quot;<br /> -Abraham Lincoln

#285728 Poetry
By lindsay.goodman BRONZE
Newmarket, New Hampshire
lindsay.goodman BRONZE, Newmarket, New Hampshire
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#285729 Poetry
By Physics981 PLATINUM
York, Pennsylvania
Physics981 PLATINUM, York, Pennsylvania
38 articles 1 photo 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Failures help one grow as a person.

#285730 Poetry
By Natalie_T SILVER
Miami, Florida
Natalie_T SILVER, Miami, Florida
5 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I&#039;m neurotic as hell. I&#039;ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.&quot; - Sylvia Plath; The Bell Jar.