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Friday, May 11, 2007
@ 1:21 PM

the irony...




why do girls get treated like dolls,
wanted when they are still pretty and all,
faking a smile when her spirits fall.



placed on a shelf up high,
where no one can see her cry.
forgotten as she collect dust,
only remembered when its time to clear,
her glimmering hope transforms to fear.


as she land into a pile of dirt,
she was reminded of what she was once worth,
to a little child who everyday said "i love you",
reminded of a pharse she heared,
"where there is pain, there is tears",
as she closed her eyes, and erased all fears.














-so many people are falling



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