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By BlueInk94 PLATINUM
Valley Park, Missouri

The night is silent, dark the streetlight flickers next to the creaky bridge as the gathered group of homeless men in holey hats play poker with worn cards and br...
BlueInk94 PLATINUM, Valley Park, Missouri
30 articles 0 photos 75 comments

Poetry
By crubs33 DIAMOND
Lido Beach, New York
crubs33 DIAMOND, Lido Beach, New York
58 articles 3 photos 750 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.&quot;- Coco Chanel<br /> Life isn&#039;t about surviving the storm, it&#039;s about learning to dance in the rain.

Holly Walter BRONZE, Carey, Ohio
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By amy404555555555 BRONZE
Wausau, Wisconsin
amy404555555555 BRONZE, Wausau, Wisconsin
3 articles 0 photos 9 comments
Poetry
By pixelsky BRONZE
Somerset, New Jersey
pixelsky BRONZE, Somerset, New Jersey
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By couchtomato BRONZE
Laguna Niguel, California
couchtomato BRONZE, Laguna Niguel, California
1 article 0 photos 2 comments
Poetry
By neubauRAWR GOLD
Calgary, Other
neubauRAWR GOLD, Calgary, Other
18 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
I want to hear you laugh like you really mean it-Snow Patrol<br /> Without writing, you don&#039;t know what you think- Anonymous

amy404555555555 BRONZE, Wausau, Wisconsin
3 articles 0 photos 9 comments
Poetry
By moesum123 BRONZE
Ramona, California
moesum123 BRONZE, Ramona, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Once you fly, you will always look up at the sky and see yourself fly above the heavens, wit your love ones.

Poetry
By electrichearts SILVER
Franklin Lakes, New Jersey
electrichearts SILVER, Franklin Lakes, New Jersey
5 articles 0 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It didn&#039;t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn&#039;t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. &quot;