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By KittyChu BRONZE
Burr Ridge, Illinois

Entranced by the Poisonous Flower Can you see the rose vine twining, Around this heart. Blooming from its perfect bud. But upon closer inspection, I see how it isn't a...
KittyChu BRONZE, Burr Ridge, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
I am me, not you, so don't tell me what to think.


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By RoundAndRound BRONZE
Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri
RoundAndRound BRONZE, Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"And what's left? What's left when all those terribly important things fade, when memories disappear, and you can't even remember your own name? What's left Mrs.Smith?"-Stage Manager, Our Town

shh.prep.princess11110 SILVER, Hamburg, New York
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By A.M.Wilson DIAMOND
Midland, Texas
A.M.Wilson DIAMOND, Midland, Texas
99 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
You can't choose who you love but you can love who you choose.

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By EmoAngel18 PLATINUM
Williamsport, Pennsylvania
EmoAngel18 PLATINUM, Williamsport, Pennsylvania
21 articles 1 photo 55 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Music is my religion, Magic is my kingdom, The dancefloor is my heavan&quot;<br /> -by. Blood On The Dance Floor

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By Choupie BRONZE
LaPlace, Louisiana
Choupie BRONZE, LaPlace, Louisiana
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By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
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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

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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