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#233681voted by our readers
By seven_stones GOLD
Atlantis, Massachusetts

There is a point when tears are only water when you are but a person and can't hurt me anymore there is a point when I fall hallow wings of useless lightness I watch...
seven_stones GOLD, Atlantis, Massachusetts
16 articles 0 photos 45 comments

#233682 Poetry
By ParkerC93 SILVER
Kentucky, Kansas
ParkerC93 SILVER, Kentucky, Kansas
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#233683 Poetry
By LanguageJustin BRONZE
Palm Desert, California
LanguageJustin BRONZE, Palm Desert, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#233684 Poetry
By Grizzly_Bayer BRONZE
Mequon, Wisconsin
Grizzly_Bayer BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have."

#233685 Poetry
By Danielle18 BRONZE
Indialantic, Florida
Danielle18 BRONZE, Indialantic, Florida
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#233686 Poetry
By kfudge17 BRONZE
New City , New York
kfudge17 BRONZE, New City , New York
3 articles 2 photos 0 comments
#233687 Poetry
By DAnTY SILVER
Kenai, Alaska
DAnTY SILVER, Kenai, Alaska
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Why should I care what other people think of me? I am who I am. And who I wanna be." - Avril Lavigne

#233688 Poetry
ThatGirlWhoRuinedEverything DIAMOND, Hanover, Illinois
75 articles 5 photos 2 comments
#233689 Poetry
By ce.richey BRONZE
Davidsville, Pennsylvania
ce.richey BRONZE, Davidsville, Pennsylvania
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#233690 Poetry
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.&rdquo;<br /> ― John Green, Paper Towns