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she stares out her window, eyes swollen with pain, she looks outside to see only pouring rain, how can she lie? this reflects how she feels, how can she lie, after this, she wont ever heal, seeing birds gliding free from care, how she wished she was anywhere but right there, alone in her room, half way across the world, sits a small insignificant little girl.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/23/2009 11:47:00 AM
i love this!
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