The End


07 Dec, 2009 09:49 AM
It is
As it was
And as it will be
For always
Locked in this closet of darkness
Hidden behind what the doctor says
Calling my name
But no personcan hear my screams
Can let me out 
No one can
Smiling is what I am good for
Like a glass doll
So fragile
So protected
Yet wanting more
As the end draws near
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