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by Katie Glanzman Jul 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The little girl sat with gentle hands Wispy hair... Big blue eyes... In deep despair. The little girl sat with golden skin Young and sweet... Filled with hope... But incomplete. The little girl sat and watched her breath As it flew... Closed her eyes... And said, I'm through
by starcrossedlvr
Wow this is a nice poem 5/5 it took me back to the days when all yor hopes nd dreams fanished...nice!