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#290741voted by our readers
By chloeposs BRONZE
Thomson, Georgia

On the morning of 9/11 we became one All things changed after the first plane hit Everyone's eyes were locked on the horrific thing happening before them My generation never got...
chloeposs BRONZE, Thomson, Georgia
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#290742 Poetry
By daisy1010 PLATINUM
Northville, Michigan
daisy1010 PLATINUM, Northville, Michigan
27 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality." - Emily Dickinson

#290743 Poetry
By yoshi332 BRONZE
Jonesboro, Georgia
yoshi332 BRONZE, Jonesboro, Georgia
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#290744 Poetry
teresita BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
love is blind but i can still see in the dark

#290745 Poetry
Jessie-Mo SILVER, Mo. City, Texas
6 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."

ZenGirlAngel BRONZE, Beaver, Iowa
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Learning to fly is Easy, all you have to do is throw yourself at the ground. . . and miss"

#290747 Poetry
By Netnel GOLD
Fair Lawn, New Jersey
Netnel GOLD, Fair Lawn, New Jersey
17 articles 1 photo 22 comments

Favorite Quote:
Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

#290748 Poetry
By chaseV BRONZE
Cannon Fall, Minnesota
chaseV BRONZE, Cannon Fall, Minnesota
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#290749 Poetry
By maryhelenwp BRONZE
Adrian, Michigan
maryhelenwp BRONZE, Adrian, Michigan
1 article 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last." - Martin Luther King Jr.

#290750 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.