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by Cathie Aug 16, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
When i look at myself I see what used to be Pretty and vulnerabel That was me. Hidden behind scars Of All kind Torn and messed up outside With a broken mind. Like an old teddy Outliving the child Forever left behind Left in the savage and wild Noone could ever love it And if someone could They'll find it hidden in a box Of lost good...