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By InLoveWithACity BRONZE
Weatherford, Texas

You looked at me, and the world opened up. You blinked and it was lost. You smiled at me and I was on fire. You turned away and my soul felt frozen. You saw through the disguis...
InLoveWithACity BRONZE, Weatherford, Texas
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TastesLikeRoses BRONZE, Lake Elsinore, California
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By TastesLikeRoses BRONZE
Lake Elsinore, California
TastesLikeRoses BRONZE, Lake Elsinore, California
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By Haylee(: BRONZE
Franklin, Ohio
Haylee(: BRONZE, Franklin, Ohio
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alto_power BRONZE, Eagle, Idaho
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment
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By Matt Paz BRONZE
Saint Cloud, Minnesota
Matt Paz BRONZE, Saint Cloud, Minnesota
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By Danni BRONZE
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Danni BRONZE, Minneapolis, Minnesota
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By TastesLikeRoses BRONZE
Lake Elsinore, California
TastesLikeRoses BRONZE, Lake Elsinore, California
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By Arbys GOLD
Dobbs Ferry, New York
Arbys GOLD, Dobbs Ferry, New York
15 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.&quot;Edgar Allan Poe<br /> &quot;A dream doesn&#039;t become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work. ~Colin Powell&quot; ~ Colin Powell<br /> &quot;Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom <br /> &quot;A poem is never finished, only abandoned.&quot;-Paul Valery

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By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh...&quot;<br /> &mdash;Jack Kerouac, On the Road