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5 August 2009, 11:50 PM
Joined: 22 Jun 2009
She used to be wound up and played
Like a good little toy.
Every kid in the neighbourhood
Loved her, even boys.
With her long brown hair
and large blue eyes,
She was quite a doll
With so much surprise.
But days turned to months
And months turned to years
Where she sat on a shelf
and cried out all of her fears.
But in silence she screamed,
for she couldn't risk speech
Words are too tricky
and emotions too breached.
So the good little doll would fall asleep
with a glimmer of water in her eyes
And now the only people who admire the doll
are the wrong , the faraway guys .
oh so insane . ♥
9 August 2009, 03:52 PM
Joined: 29 Jun 2009
That's very very good.
I need a hope
I need a light
Something to look to
In the arctic night
Where beauty abounds
There, my friends, is what I need
10 August 2009, 02:42 AM
Same position ever since that one day, when you brought me home.
I stared down at you, what I see everyday.
Every move you make, I see.
Every word you speak, I hear.
Every feeling, expression, I wish I can make.
If I can move, i'd come to you.
If I can talk, i'd speak with you.
But everthing I wanted to do is
already taken away by that
-- it was suppose to be sad, but then i thought about that and I don't know if you'll find
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