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By Melissa Unger BRONZE
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

I. Five paces Six paces Ten paces behind him Trying to catch up, she loses her breath Slows down Eleven paces Twelve paces Twenty paces behind him She gives up and won...
Melissa Unger BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Fran94 SILVER, Hayward, California
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&quot;If you are content with being yourself and never compete or compare, everyone will respect you.&quot;<br /> -Laotzu

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By JustinBlaesing DIAMOND
Racine, Wisconsin
JustinBlaesing DIAMOND, Racine, Wisconsin
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&quot;It takes a second to say I love you but a lifetime to show it&quot; &quot; Love is like the air we breath. It may not always be seen, but it is always felt, used, and needed&quot;

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By Sliderned SILVER
Los Lunas, New Mexico
Sliderned SILVER, Los Lunas, New Mexico
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By Sliderned SILVER
Los Lunas, New Mexico
Sliderned SILVER, Los Lunas, New Mexico
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By Sliderned SILVER
Los Lunas, New Mexico
Sliderned SILVER, Los Lunas, New Mexico
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By xCokiMonsterx BRONZE
Aurora, Colorado
xCokiMonsterx BRONZE, Aurora, Colorado
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\&quot;If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a knife, its all the same. Yet I feel my heart is aching, it doesnt mean its breaking. And the pain here that I feel, try to tell me its not real..\&quot;

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By xCokiMonsterx BRONZE
Aurora, Colorado
xCokiMonsterx BRONZE, Aurora, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
\&quot;If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a knife, its all the same. Yet I feel my heart is aching, it doesnt mean its breaking. And the pain here that I feel, try to tell me its not real..\&quot;

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By dsc1155 SILVER
Murrells Inlet, South Carolina
dsc1155 SILVER, Murrells Inlet, South Carolina
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LOITERING with a vacant eye<br /> Along the Grecian gallery,<br /> <br /> And brooding on my heavy ill,<br /> <br /> I met a statue standing still.<br /> <br /> Still in marble stone stood he,<br /> And stedfastly he looked at me.<br /> <br /> &lsquo;Well met,&rsquo; I thought the look would say,<br /> <br /> &lsquo;We both were fashioned far away;<br /> <br /> We neither knew, when we were young,<br /> <br /> These Londoners we live among.&rsquo;<br /> <br /> <br /> Still he stood and eyed me hard,<br /> <br /> An earnest and a grave regard:<br /> <br /> &lsquo;What, lad, drooping with your lot?<br /> <br /> I too would be where I am not.<br /> <br /> I too survey that endless line<br /> Of men whose thoughts are not as mine.<br /> <br /> Years, ere you stood up from rest,<br /> <br /> On my neck the collar prest;<br /> <br /> Years, when you lay down your ill,<br /> <br /> I shall stand and bear it still.<br /> Courage, lad, &rsquo;tis not for long:<br /> <br /> Stand, quit you like stone, be strong.&rsquo;<br /> <br /> So I thought his look would say;<br /> <br /> And light on me my trouble lay,<br /> <br /> And I slept out in flesh and bone<br /> Manful like the man of stone.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> -A.E. Housman

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By Mr.OHIO GOLD
Bosque Farms, New Mexico
Mr.OHIO GOLD, Bosque Farms, New Mexico
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