Arbit
A red cycle.
Broken toys.
Old Books.
The rope in the corner.
The shoes near the door.
Ready to run.
"Why do you want her back, she, who was never yours?"
"Only to tell her what I never did - Don't go so far away that I can't see you any more"
Broken toys.
Old Books.
The rope in the corner.
The shoes near the door.
Ready to run.
"Why do you want her back, she, who was never yours?"
"Only to tell her what I never did - Don't go so far away that I can't see you any more"
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2 Comments:
At 12:35 PM, November 28, 2008, Daneshia said…
can relate to it! >:D<
At 4:07 PM, November 28, 2008, Kathak - The Story Teller! said…
>:D<
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