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By KaitlinCKelley BRONZE
North Vernon, Indiana

Nobody knows heartbreak till they’ve betrayed another. Wishing for them to forgive you is the side of weakness you hope nobody sees. So you stay still while time passes and everyon...
KaitlinCKelley BRONZE, North Vernon, Indiana
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Beauty is not caused. It is. --Emily Dickinson


Poetry
By daniel722 SILVER
San Jose, Other
daniel722 SILVER, San Jose, Other
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By StoryTellingElf SILVER
Sarasota, Florida
StoryTellingElf SILVER, Sarasota, Florida
5 articles 0 photos 9 comments
Poetry
By Ice_Queen PLATINUM
Peoria, Arizona
Ice_Queen PLATINUM, Peoria, Arizona
49 articles 7 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.<br /> -Emily Dickinson

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By purpleheart SILVER
Nashville, Tennessee
purpleheart SILVER, Nashville, Tennessee
8 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
You never know what you&#039;ve got till&#039; it&#039;s gone...

Poetry
By Ice_Queen PLATINUM
Peoria, Arizona
Ice_Queen PLATINUM, Peoria, Arizona
49 articles 7 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.<br /> -Emily Dickinson

Poetry
By Anonymous
Poetry
By Ice_Queen PLATINUM
Peoria, Arizona
Ice_Queen PLATINUM, Peoria, Arizona
49 articles 7 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.<br /> -Emily Dickinson

Poetry
By spectical81 BRONZE
Melbourne, Florida
spectical81 BRONZE, Melbourne, Florida
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot; The last person to laugh didn&#039;t get it.&quot;

Poetry
By MaggieElaine GOLD
Los Alamos, California
MaggieElaine GOLD, Los Alamos, California
11 articles 0 photos 55 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,<br /> like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.<br /> And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.<br /> And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.&quot; - Bright Eyes