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#474891voted by our readers
By ZhaNae BRONZE
Duncanville, Texas

Pain itself is a breath taking word, and hurt is something all of us try to avoid. But the risk I have taken at love is a challenge we all have faced. Maybe if we can bring unity i...
ZhaNae BRONZE, Duncanville, Texas
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Hurt people, hurt people.


#474892 Poetry
sillypixxi SILVER, Phx, Arizona
7 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
" every day is the end of the world for someone"

#474893 Poetry
By Anonymous
#474894 Poetry
misscampa GOLD, El Paso, Texas
19 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
I am not afraid of death, I just don&#039;t want to be there when it happens. <br /> Woody Allen

#474895 Poetry
Mirrors MAG
By Alyzia Dilworth BRONZE
Grand Rapids, Michigan
Alyzia Dilworth BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#474896 Poetry
By AGDDavy SILVER
Tamarac, Florida
AGDDavy SILVER, Tamarac, Florida
9 articles 9 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;If you believe that your dream already came true, it is easier to achieve it and harder not to make it happen.&quot;<br /> -A.G.D. (Me)

#474897 Poetry
#474898 Poetry
By Chaya Lieba Berger BRONZE
Flushing, New York
Chaya Lieba Berger BRONZE, Flushing, New York
2 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#474899 Poetry
By amcdonald SILVER
Sicklerville, New Jersey
amcdonald SILVER, Sicklerville, New Jersey
8 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
dreams do come true in new orleans

#474900 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