Kilenaa
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with love from the hatred
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« on: March 27, 2009, 01:42:08 PM » |
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I am a broken doll, Average I am no more, On the outside perfection, but my heart is bruised and sore,
They call me a Broken Doll, Because of my broken heart, My heart broke long ago, Now its in two parts,
The only visible sign of hurt, Is the sadness in my eyes, No one knows how i feel, My smile is my disguise,
I am a porcelain doll, With a very broken heart, My thoughts are the weapon that broke it, Now its in two parts,
So sweet looking on the outside, but inside angry and sour, Why must i watch such tradgedy, Everyday hour by hour?
sorry it sucks so much..Recently ive been working on perfecting my poems. This is one of my suckier ones honestly
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