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By Cow94 GOLD
Salmiya, Other

There is nothing more soothing in the world than a person flowing out words, like music from a violin. There's something magical in words, tangling my emotions, making...
Cow94 GOLD, Salmiya, Other
16 articles 3 photos 17 comments

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By Anonymous
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By Jarrod Wise BRONZE
Cleburne, Texas
Jarrod Wise BRONZE, Cleburne, Texas
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By Noah Paniagua BRONZE
Cleburne, Texas
Noah Paniagua BRONZE, Cleburne, Texas
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xxthiskidxx BRONZE, Oakville, Other
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment
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By Marlayna Currier BRONZE
Londonderry, New Hampshire
Marlayna Currier BRONZE, Londonderry, New Hampshire
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By Meixly SILVER
Brookline, New Hampshire
Meixly SILVER, Brookline, New Hampshire
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Little moth, let&#039;s burrow.<br /> The cacophonious shudder of your wings<br /> slits the flesh of the decaying tome.<br /> Have you the slightest inclination?<br /> Your nature be of the mellowest sorrow.

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By Meixly SILVER
Brookline, New Hampshire
Meixly SILVER, Brookline, New Hampshire
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Little moth, let&#039;s burrow.<br /> The cacophonious shudder of your wings<br /> slits the flesh of the decaying tome.<br /> Have you the slightest inclination?<br /> Your nature be of the mellowest sorrow.

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By Meixly SILVER
Brookline, New Hampshire
Meixly SILVER, Brookline, New Hampshire
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Little moth, let&#039;s burrow.<br /> The cacophonious shudder of your wings<br /> slits the flesh of the decaying tome.<br /> Have you the slightest inclination?<br /> Your nature be of the mellowest sorrow.

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By Meixly SILVER
Brookline, New Hampshire
Meixly SILVER, Brookline, New Hampshire
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Little moth, let&#039;s burrow.<br /> The cacophonious shudder of your wings<br /> slits the flesh of the decaying tome.<br /> Have you the slightest inclination?<br /> Your nature be of the mellowest sorrow.