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pandachic698
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Member for 12 years
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ABOUT ME
ok........ so im 14 years old and i love to draw and write poems so be sure to check them out comment; like or whatever ok byeeeeee

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Movies: scream, saw 1-5, halloween, scary movie
TV Shows: ncis, csi: miami, house of anubis, pretty little liars
Interests: swimming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, sports, watching t.v


Poetry
LOVE is IN the AIR
By pandachic698 BRONZE
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
pandachic698 BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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Art/Photo
love drug
By accident_prone_ SILVER
Sparta, Tennessee
accident_prone_ SILVER, Sparta, Tennessee
7 articles 29 photos 20 comments

Favorite Quote:
Her heart is a suspended lute; as it is touched, it resounds.

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Art/Photo
Bleeding Heart
By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

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Poetry
When the World Paused
By Adams1030 BRONZE
Tenafly, New Jersey
Adams1030 BRONZE, Tenafly, New Jersey
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