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Post by Devan on Oct 22, 2005 16:27:30 GMT -5
Almost twenty two years old And just learning how to smile, A broken child still hidden deep inside. Watching others laugh and play, Trying to understand why it never goes her way. She never was young, But now she’s not old. A child inside, Though she is old before her time A broken life which was not a life. She picks up the pieces and works to find a way, Just learning how to smile.
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Post by Lily on Oct 23, 2005 2:05:57 GMT -5
Looks like you'd rather run around an scream than play golf, huh? Beautiful, just wonderful, Dev. *hugs*
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Post by Cammie on Nov 6, 2005 15:27:09 GMT -5
I ansolutely love this one, Dev! Very powerful!
Love, Cammie
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Post by Lily on Nov 6, 2005 17:16:05 GMT -5
I do love this one... Rereading it, I see that is does show a lot more about you than you'd rather show
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Post by Devan on Nov 6, 2005 21:42:46 GMT -5
Insert smirk here. Thanks Cammie. Really Lily I didnt notice. Insert second smirk here.
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Post by Lily on Nov 8, 2005 9:00:58 GMT -5
What I meant is; I know you show a lot in it-maybe I'm over analysing it-but if you read it a few times then it shows more than what you'd rather show... I dunno... I can't explain...
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Post by Peanut on Nov 8, 2005 9:17:31 GMT -5
I think it is amazing
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Post by Lily on Nov 8, 2005 19:56:19 GMT -5
Yeah Dev! And to think a while ago you didn't want to post anything on here
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