

The BoxA plain box with nothing but a name, containing things meant to be thrown away, The broken rocks of a once marvelous collection, wilted flowers,The Box
dull promise rings, as well as a few extraneous things. In the closet a few skeletons lay not ready to see the light of day. Old phone numbers, broken mirrors, photos yellow and dull with age, Six torn and tattered journals, on the top they lay. The box full to the brim, is tied with string, The memories within only sting, All the memories fade away as it's released into the bay.
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"To them, you're just a freak -- like me!"
Thank you very much for the faves
I appreciate your support much.
Lara
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That's thuper thexy.
98% of the teenage population has done is or blah blah something about drugs. Put this in your profile if YOU LIKE DONUTS.
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Any suggestions would be great!
~LEah
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