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poem(c) Rachella
photo(c) TheNightSheDied
She grew up in a broken home mommy danced on bars and daddy like to hit her tired of living in despair she grabbed her teddy off in search of this thing called hope years of living on the streets with a band of others like herself left her believing the thing called hope was nothing but a myth
rachella added this comment 2010-12-31 02:11:10-06:00
Thanks. :)
selbystarr added this comment 2010-12-31 00:09:11-06:00
Sad but lovely
rachella added this comment 2010-12-29 14:22:23-06:00
Thank you both. :)
epicxxrachaelxx added this comment 2010-12-29 10:12:31-06:00
Sad... but it's a good glog all the same :)
michael5 added this comment 2010-12-29 04:14:47-06:00
fantastic glog my friend! 5*
rachella added this comment 2010-12-31 02:11:10-06:00
Thanks. :)
selbystarr added this comment 2010-12-31 00:09:11-06:00
Sad but lovely
rachella added this comment 2010-12-29 14:22:23-06:00
Thank you both. :)
epicxxrachaelxx added this comment 2010-12-29 10:12:31-06:00
Sad... but it's a good glog all the same :)
michael5 added this comment 2010-12-29 04:14:47-06:00
fantastic glog my friend! 5*