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#483261voted by our readers
By Arcanus BRONZE
Graham, Washington

I promise I have feelings, though you might not think it's true. I promise I can think and reason just like normal people do. I swear I'm not a monster, though some day...
Arcanus BRONZE, Graham, Washington
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"There's an overshield over my shield, shielding me." (Matthew Roice)


#483262 Poetry
By Gift2Rhyme BRONZE
Randallstown, Maryland
Gift2Rhyme BRONZE, Randallstown, Maryland
4 articles 0 photos 3 comments
#483263 Poetry
By Gage Brinin BRONZE
Clarkston, Michigan
Gage Brinin BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#483264 Poetry
By Brooke L. SILVER
Centralia, Washington
Brooke L. SILVER, Centralia, Washington
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#483265 Poetry
By Dedegirl PLATINUM
Williamsburg, Virginia
Dedegirl PLATINUM, Williamsburg, Virginia
21 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
"plain & simple, black & white"

#483266 Poetry
By RenataGaetani BRONZE
Somewhere Under The Rainbow, Other
RenataGaetani BRONZE, Somewhere Under The Rainbow, Other
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot gain to keep that which he cannot lose."
-Jim Elliot-

#483267 Poetry
By ColleenWALKER SILVER
Ironton, Ohio
ColleenWALKER SILVER, Ironton, Ohio
7 articles 0 photos 8 comments
#483268 Poetry
TREY HUTTO SILVER, APO, New York
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#483269 Poetry
By suzyqgirl777 GOLD
Dacula, Georgia
suzyqgirl777 GOLD, Dacula, Georgia
15 articles 6 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
I regret nothing.

#483270 Poetry
mystyksuniverse GOLD, Tuolumne, California
10 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision. The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then. – Carl Sandburg