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By Anonymous

I will not grow tired of misery and fires. The sunlight has punctured tiny holes of life. I closed my eyes, i held my breath, i prayed for light, and gasped for air, but it...

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By isabella13 SILVER
Staten Island, New York
isabella13 SILVER, Staten Island, New York
5 articles 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
If I could just find the time, then I would never let another day go by.- from "Weightless" by All Time Low

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By HannahHelenitto SILVER
Seattle, Washington
HannahHelenitto SILVER, Seattle, Washington
8 articles 0 photos 4 comments
Poetry
By KathrynPaige GOLD
McCordsville, Indiana
KathrynPaige GOLD, McCordsville, Indiana
16 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be devoured by spiders and man by his sorrows--Voltaire

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By Anonymous
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By KathrynPaige GOLD
McCordsville, Indiana
KathrynPaige GOLD, McCordsville, Indiana
16 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be devoured by spiders and man by his sorrows--Voltaire

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By kevintp SILVER
Anaheim, California
kevintp SILVER, Anaheim, California
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"when god gives you lemons, YOU FIND A NEW GOD! GODBERRY, KING OF THE JUICE!" -power thirst

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By Sheenaxhydia BRONZE
Somerset, New Jersey
Sheenaxhydia BRONZE, Somerset, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"sometimes you have to do things you never did to get things you never hadd"

Poetry
By Anonymous
Poetry
By KathrynPaige GOLD
McCordsville, Indiana
KathrynPaige GOLD, McCordsville, Indiana
16 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be devoured by spiders and man by his sorrows--Voltaire