Wednesday Jun 30, 2004

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My trust is a child's rag doll
Torn to pieces and thrown to the ground
Glass eyes staring at uncaring hands
Bright patchwork dress trampled and stained
Stuffing-substance leaking to the wind
Smiling broken at the shining blue sky
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misterjesus:
My trust is a birds broken wing, left to flap useless at it's side.


and a burning hollow point below the base of my neck.

nelecaster:
hello! ...... erm.... hope youre doing cool... the lyrics say probably down mre than up but i hope you're cool anyway x x x x x

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