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#468621voted by our readers
By Jessie-Mo SILVER
Mo. City, Texas

I am in my room looking down at the nonsense numbers on the page and the letters that go with them and I think of you, out of no where. I smile, though I don't know why...
Jessie-Mo SILVER, Mo. City, Texas
6 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."


ZenGirlAngel BRONZE, Beaver, Iowa
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Learning to fly is Easy, all you have to do is throw yourself at the ground. . . and miss"

#468623 Poetry
By Netnel GOLD
Fair Lawn, New Jersey
Netnel GOLD, Fair Lawn, New Jersey
17 articles 1 photo 22 comments

Favorite Quote:
Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

#468624 Poetry
By chaseV BRONZE
Cannon Fall, Minnesota
chaseV BRONZE, Cannon Fall, Minnesota
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#468625 Poetry
By maryhelenwp BRONZE
Adrian, Michigan
maryhelenwp BRONZE, Adrian, Michigan
1 article 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last." - Martin Luther King Jr.

a_writer_of_words SILVER, Medford, Oregon
7 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
‘Let us live like flowers;<br /> wild and beautiful <br /> and drenched in sun.’<br /> <br /> - Ellen Everett

#468627 Poetry
By jcuffaro SILVER
York, Pennsylvania
jcuffaro SILVER, York, Pennsylvania
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#468628 Poetry
#468629 Poetry
Becca Porter SILVER, Medford, New Jersey
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#468630 Poetry
By WikdChick GOLD
Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.