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By autumn_meets_winter PLATINUM
Houma, Louisiana

They are the citizens Speaking up against the crowd And giving a voice to the people who don’t. They are the troops Marching on the front lines Fighting for what they bel...
autumn_meets_winter PLATINUM, Houma, Louisiana
22 articles 0 photos 11 comments

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Bleed with your pen, not your wrist.


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By lalalalexia SILVER
Liberty Twp., Ohio
lalalalexia SILVER, Liberty Twp., Ohio
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By lalalalexia SILVER
Liberty Twp., Ohio
lalalalexia SILVER, Liberty Twp., Ohio
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By lalalalexia SILVER
Liberty Twp., Ohio
lalalalexia SILVER, Liberty Twp., Ohio
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By lalalalexia SILVER
Liberty Twp., Ohio
lalalalexia SILVER, Liberty Twp., Ohio
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By Trucksy BRONZE
Iupoiup, Alabama
Trucksy BRONZE, Iupoiup, Alabama
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life. <br /> Charles Darwin

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By firefly116 BRONZE
Southern Pines, North Carolina
firefly116 BRONZE, Southern Pines, North Carolina
4 articles 0 photos 10 comments
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By Brunettie SILVER
Norfolk, Virginia
Brunettie SILVER, Norfolk, Virginia
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By PursuitofHappiness GOLD
Fort Mill, South Carolina
PursuitofHappiness GOLD, Fort Mill, South Carolina
14 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Respect the written word&quot;<br /> &quot;What ever you are, be a good one&quot;

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By WikdChick GOLD
Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

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I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.