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#9541voted by our readers
By emmaross101 BRONZE
Honeoye Falls, New York

You and me Against the world That's always been the plan We've known since we were just sixteen Let me take your hand Two one way tickets out of here Where were...
emmaross101 BRONZE, Honeoye Falls, New York
4 articles 6 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
At the beginning the universe was created. This made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.


#9542 Poetry
By KAndrew GOLD
Bow, New Hampshire
KAndrew GOLD, Bow, New Hampshire
16 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.&quot; - Benjamin Franklin<br /> &ldquo;The question isn&#039;t who is going to let me; it&#039;s who is going to stop me.&rdquo; - Ayn Rand<br /> &quot;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me&quot; - Phillippians 4:13

#9543 Poetry
By JackJ BRONZE
Richmond, Virginia
JackJ BRONZE, Richmond, Virginia
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#9544 Poetry
By nicole72713 BRONZE
Gilford, New Hampshire
nicole72713 BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#9545 Poetry
By suttonma01 BRONZE
Kalispell, Montana
suttonma01 BRONZE, Kalispell, Montana
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#9546 Poetry
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#9547 Poetry
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#9548 Poetry
By SUIXIS SILVER
Spring Valley, New York
SUIXIS SILVER, Spring Valley, New York
9 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#9549 Poetry
By sexylexy BRONZE
Davenport, Florida
sexylexy BRONZE, Davenport, Florida
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;keep moving forward&quot;Walt Disney

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