The Corner, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for LaShawnna

She sat there day after, day rocking, and screaming.Blood
dripped down her face.Because her nails would dig into her
flesh.She knew didn't matter.She'd scream for all the pain
in her life.She was doomed to sit, and rock in the corner. 
Posted: 2005-10-30 15:31:28 UTC

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