Vain Innocence, by beccamarie
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crash.
the pieces fall to the ground
laughing at me as i look into their reflection.
and i see the broken fragments that are me.
vanity is a bitch.
but as uncontrolable as the weather
enough to make you want to return to your childhood
and say rain rain go away come again another day
the place where the red crayon made you cool
and the fat kid was king. |
Posted: 2007-01-02 17:34:18 UTC |
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2006-03-05 12:02:31 | Natalie |
Wow. I loved this one! I wish i was still king, atleast im still fat. keep on writing :) |
2006-03-13 19:55:48 | Faith |
Very intruiging, i enjoyed reading this! |