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#11
09-12-2014, 02:47 PM
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Emily was a sad girl
Maybe she fell down And maybe she got hurt I never understood why she cried Little did I know, she was blind Mean people made fun of her Empty minded people... And people with empty hearts Cold and lonely I cried foEmily Only to find, that I was a dream People should be nicer to the dreamers You may be a dreamer too (If you like that poem, email me at PunisherHotel11c@yahoo.com) | ||
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