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Poetry
By Ellonnah BRONZE
Harrington, Maine

Our hands may not fit perfectly, But I never want to let go. Our hearts may not beat in time, But mine races when I am with you. Our voices my not sync in harmony, But the...
Ellonnah BRONZE, Harrington, Maine
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The choices that you now regret were exactly what you wanted at the time." ~ a girl from myyearbook


Poetry
By ElleAhre PLATINUM
Gloucester, Massachusetts
ElleAhre PLATINUM, Gloucester, Massachusetts
25 articles 4 photos 53 comments

Favorite Quote:
"you can close your eyes to everything you do not want to see, but you can not close you heart to things you do not want to feel"

Poetry
By ElleAhre PLATINUM
Gloucester, Massachusetts
ElleAhre PLATINUM, Gloucester, Massachusetts
25 articles 4 photos 53 comments

Favorite Quote:
"you can close your eyes to everything you do not want to see, but you can not close you heart to things you do not want to feel"

FemaleShakespeare94 SILVER, Austell, Georgia
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Be the change you want to see in the world- Ghandi

Poetry
By FemaleShakespeare94 SILVER
Austell, Georgia
FemaleShakespeare94 SILVER, Austell, Georgia
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Be the change you want to see in the world- Ghandi

Poetry
By diaperboy BRONZE
Westcarrollton, Ohio
diaperboy BRONZE, Westcarrollton, Ohio
1 article 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
i like pie

liyara GOLD, Sagar, Ohio
13 articles 1 photo 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
cohere with your soul and things will be cool.

Poetry
By Anonymous
JonathanVondrasek DIAMOND, Oak Park, Illinois
58 articles 7 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
" CONTAINS ODOR-FIGHTING "ATOMIC-ROBOTS" THAT "SHOOT LASERS" AT YOUR "STENCH MONSTERS" AND REPLACES THEM WITH FRESH, CLEAN. MASCULINE "SCENT ELVES"." - Old Spice deodorant

Sofia_Sorabella SILVER, Pocatello, Idaho
5 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.<br /> - Gaston Bachelard