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By starryeyedlove GOLD
Lebanon, Connecticut

days will turn into night the sun will always set and the sun will always rise. the daytime passes quickly distractions prevent you from recalling the sorrow, the pain, the...
starryeyedlove GOLD, Lebanon, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
keep fighting, fighter


#15032 Poetry
Raven_Lilith_Jace GOLD, Boonville, Missouri
12 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I reject your reality and substitute me own!&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> - Adam Savage &quot;Mythbusters&quot;

#15033 Poetry
By Alexis Wiggins BRONZE
Cleveland, Ohio
Alexis Wiggins BRONZE, Cleveland, Ohio
1 article 0 photos 1 comment
#15034 Poetry
By TawnerBell03 BRONZE
Bloomingdale, Michigan
TawnerBell03 BRONZE, Bloomingdale, Michigan
4 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
A thousand miles starts with only one step.

#15035 Poetry
By writerxchicx SILVER
Wyalusing, Pennsylvania
writerxchicx SILVER, Wyalusing, Pennsylvania
8 articles 0 photos 12 comments
#15036 Poetry
JSchwartz GOLD, Gainesville, Florida
13 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
The problem isn&#039;t always the 1%, but the 99% who fight each other to be the 1%.

#15037 Poetry
By Corbster PLATINUM
Menlo, Washington
Corbster PLATINUM, Menlo, Washington
21 articles 0 photos 0 comments
razzlesnake BRONZE, North Tazewell, Virginia
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
be careful lest casting out your demons, for you exercise the best thing in you.

#15039 Poetry
By mallorymcdonnell GOLD
Louisville, Kentucky
mallorymcdonnell GOLD, Louisville, Kentucky
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#15040 Poetry
By WikdChick GOLD
Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.