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By Perf3ctNightmare BRONZE
New Berlin, Wisconsin

My Love, No matter how far you wander away from me, I will always feel your presence in my heart. The whispers of you voice fill my mine, The feeling of your hug lies deep in m...
Perf3ctNightmare BRONZE, New Berlin, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"One person's craziness is another persons reality."


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By misseili ELITE
Troy, Michigan
misseili ELITE, Troy, Michigan
168 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent Van Gogh

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jdgaescritor BRONZE, Medellín, Other
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By Mad13658 GOLD
Glen Rock, Pennsylvania
Mad13658 GOLD, Glen Rock, Pennsylvania
18 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;You&#039;ve got to love what&#039;s lovable, and hate what&#039;s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.&quot;<br /> - Robert Frost

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By Maggie2014 GOLD
Great Falls, Virginia
Maggie2014 GOLD, Great Falls, Virginia
11 articles 0 photos 13 comments
Ariel_ BRONZE, Winton, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;We attack the premises, I&#039;m like your Nemesis, devils better remember this.&quot;

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By tothemaxx1532 BRONZE
Bayboro, North Carolina
tothemaxx1532 BRONZE, Bayboro, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Carpe Diem &quot;Seize the day&quot;

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By BlueRaven SILVER
Garden City, Kansas
BlueRaven SILVER, Garden City, Kansas
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By madgodinabluebox BRONZE
Sylva, North Carolina
madgodinabluebox BRONZE, Sylva, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you&#039;ll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

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rheachoudhary BRONZE, Irving, Texas
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