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This is a perfect picture of my innocent self, not only in the past but also in my mind and my heart. I'm wishing that the bad things had left me alone, and wondering how I would be different now if they had.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 65 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-18-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2404477
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Oh pretty little thing,
Why do you cry?
Your soft blonde hair
Hides your deep blue eyes,
You want it to all go away
And leave you behind
To play with your dolls,
Have parties in the grass
And dances in the rain
If it all left your little soul alone
You wouldn't have to cry
Oh pretty little thing,
Why do you cry?
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