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#3701voted by our readers
By b0ardingessence SILVER
Killingworth, Connecticut

I love you, don't you see? What you're doing is killing me. I see you everyday with that smile so bright, I go to sleep with teary cheeks every night. I hate how you mean...
b0ardingessence SILVER, Killingworth, Connecticut
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
There no longer was any distinct between rich and poor, notables and the others; we were all people condemned to the same fate—still unknown.


#3702 Poetry
By wwest17 BRONZE
Haiku, Hawaii
wwest17 BRONZE, Haiku, Hawaii
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#3703 Poetry
By Mexican_Naruto BRONZE
North Las Vegas, Nevada
Mexican_Naruto BRONZE, North Las Vegas, Nevada
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#3704 Poetry
By chezney BRONZE
Willow Springs, North Carolina
chezney BRONZE, Willow Springs, North Carolina
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#3705 Poetry
By xxzeusxx BRONZE
League City, Texas
xxzeusxx BRONZE, League City, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#3706 Poetry
By Keima BRONZE
San Diego, California
Keima BRONZE, San Diego, California
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#3707 Poetry
By Jessa BRONZE
West Chicago, Illinois
Jessa BRONZE, West Chicago, Illinois
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#3708 Poetry
DeadlyPoppy PLATINUM, Chehalis, Washington
30 articles 13 photos 41 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Is mayonnaise an instrument?" -Patrick, Spongebob Squarepants

#3709 Poetry
By pvnkflower BRONZE
Winnipeg, Other
pvnkflower BRONZE, Winnipeg, Other
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
but the truth is, you were never there. you won't ever be. sometimes i think i'm not either so what do i do when everyday still seems to start and end with you you won't ever know, you won't ever see how much your ghost since then has been defining me

#3710 Poetry
SirFox GOLD, Cleveland, Ohio
11 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery but today is a gift, that is why it is called the present. <br /> - Master Oogway