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#431531voted by our readers
By TheRareBreed PLATINUM
Lambertville, Michigan

I keep on giving All the words You can take Its absurd Never enough Keep on goin Keep on spittin Flow is goin then it crashes Under faults Expectations  Above all...
TheRareBreed PLATINUM, Lambertville, Michigan
43 articles 0 photos 60 comments

Favorite Quote:
“The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I guess that means we're just products of whoever made us and we don't have much control. The thing is, when people use that phrase, they ignore the most critical part: the falling. Within the logic of that saying, the apple falls every single time. Not falling isn't an option. So, if the apple has to fall, the most important question in my mind is what happens to it upon hitting the ground? Does it touch down with barely a scratch? Or does it smash on impact? Two vastly different fates. When you think about it, who cares about its proximity to the tree or what type of tree spawned it? What really makes all the difference, then, is how we land.”<br /> ― Val Emmich, Dear Evan Hansen


#431532 Poetry
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By icguf615 BRONZE
Mission Viejo, California
icguf615 BRONZE, Mission Viejo, California
4 articles 0 photos 35 comments
#431535 Poetry
By couchtomato BRONZE
Laguna Niguel, California
couchtomato BRONZE, Laguna Niguel, California
1 article 0 photos 2 comments
#431536 Poetry
By Vareesha12 ELITE
Troy, Michigan
Vareesha12 ELITE, Troy, Michigan
130 articles 0 photos 9 comments
#431537 Poetry
By VolleyballGirl01 SILVER
Spring Grove, Pennsylvania
VolleyballGirl01 SILVER, Spring Grove, Pennsylvania
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#431538 Poetry
AunneshaDey BRONZE, Raipur, Other
2 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
When Life Gives You Rainy Days Play In The Puddles.

#431539 Poetry
By Cwynn BRONZE
Baltimore, Maryland
Cwynn BRONZE, Baltimore, Maryland
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
My body moves, but my heart is sitting, getting dusty on the shelf.

#431540 Poetry