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In my arms In my arms lays a broken doll, her pretty porceline features marred by her fall from the shelf. She looks as though she might cry though her painted expression shows a smile.In my arms by ~bombsurhouse13
I feel I could learn alot from this tiny treasure.
People fall from their happiness and it scars them for life. But somehow, they keep a smile on their faces, even if theyre still crying inside. And I think that even with their scars and their tears, theyre still beautiful in their own special way. Some of them even more so than when they began their journy.
In my arms lays a broken doll, her pretty porceline features marred by her fall from the shelf. She loo
Happy Birthday To Me. i walked into the open room, glancing at the rafters going across the room, dreading them.Happy Birthday To Me. by ~icolatedmelody
they followed me, hand in hand. whispering words of love and lust.
pure agony.
i carried a wooden chair, clutching it as if it was made of the most fragile porcilean.
i knew they carried the rope. i could hear the faint sound of it dragging on the wooden floor behind them.
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