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life (Other) by midnight

a warm blanket of security a little one is already loved so innocent she seems until life goes on as she goes through this destructive journey she learns of the people of every kind the guilty ones who steal that blanket away no longer is there innocence in that porcealin face cold eyes are staring all around as she is left crying alone in the dark

horus8 14-Jul-02/2:28 PM
Sylvia Plath once said you love the ones that hurt you the most because they make forgeting impossibly irrelevant???




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