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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
Up the ladder:
Dangers
Down the ladder:
Drop Me in the Silence
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Posted: July 14, 2002 12:34 PM PDT; Last modified: July 14, 2002 12:34 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.654218 Overall Rank: 12269 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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14-Jul-02/2:28 PM
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Sylvia Plath once said you love the ones that hurt you the most because they make forgeting impossibly irrelevant???
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