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By sofastyoucantsee SILVER
Amherst, New Hampshire

I woke up the next morning to Backleon yelling downstairs my mom's name. I got dressed and ran downstairs to ask him what the matter was. “I just can't find mom, if sh...
sofastyoucantsee SILVER, Amherst, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
Whether you think you can or you can't, you're right


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By melanierajpal GOLD
South Plainfield, New Jersey
melanierajpal GOLD, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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By Shmee BRONZE
Lafayette, Colorado
Shmee BRONZE, Lafayette, Colorado
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"Just because that's the way things are, doesn't mean that's the way they should be." I don't know who said this, if you know, please tell me.

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By I.Mari SILVER
Cortlandt Manor, New York
I.Mari SILVER, Cortlandt Manor, New York
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"Comparing yourself to others is an act of violence against your authentic self."

Jake Bleecker BRONZE, Ottawa, Other
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By Kafyra PLATINUM
San Ramon, California
Kafyra PLATINUM, San Ramon, California
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skywriter81 BRONZE, Dix Hills, New York
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Fairytales are more than true, not because they tell us that dragons exist; but because they show us that dragons can be beaten. G.K. Chesterton

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By onesimpleidea BRONZE
Parker, Co, Colorado
onesimpleidea BRONZE, Parker, Co, Colorado
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Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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By alchive PLATINUM
Fort Worth, Texas
alchive PLATINUM, Fort Worth, Texas
38 articles 0 photos 58 comments

Favorite Quote:
The best cure for writer's block is...to write