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#292211voted by our readers
By livewisco GOLD
Sussex, Wisconsin

I gasp for air as the elephant sits on my chest, and the mucus migrating from my nose into my throat takes up the space that should be used for air.
livewisco GOLD, Sussex, Wisconsin
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#292212 Poetry
By Savanah_Wagerman BRONZE
Indianapolis, Indiana
Savanah_Wagerman BRONZE, Indianapolis, Indiana
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#292213 Poetry
By Anonymous
#292214 Poetry
Jesse Richardson BRONZE, Dover, Delaware
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#292215 Poetry
By lil_Miz_Mee:) SILVER
Breckenridge, Texas
lil_Miz_Mee:) SILVER, Breckenridge, Texas
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
if u love him with all of your might will he still be the one to catch u??<br /> <br /> do what your heart tells you to do,but always be thinking with your mind&quot;<br /> <br /> you will always have HATERZ though out life because they are the ones jelouse bc thy&#039;re not you!

theUnknownandtheAnonymous PLATINUM, Stockton, California
25 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;All that is required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing.&quot; - Edmund Burke

#292217 Poetry
By Anonymous
#292218 Poetry
By fallen_angel420 PLATINUM
Centerville, Ohio
fallen_angel420 PLATINUM, Centerville, Ohio
21 articles 0 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
It has been said, &lsquo;time heals all wounds.&rsquo; I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

#292219 Poetry
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.&rdquo;<br /> ― John Green, Paper Towns

#292220 Poetry
WonderlandDreams SILVER, Hermastion, Oregon
5 articles 0 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
People once believed that, when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can&#039;t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.