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Wounded
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darkmoonphase PM
Colorful pictures line these walls/ Splattered by hated blood/ A mirror reflects one thing/ Don't you see?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 246 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 12-30-08 - Published: 12-21-08 - id: 2611151
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Called

Calling for you

Can you hear them?

Open your eyes

And look for extraordinary things

Whisper to the wind

And it will sing what you say to anyone who listens

Call for them

They will answer

Dance toward destiny

And cry to the skies

Silky smooth voices will answer you,

Breathe down you neck

Drop to your knees before them

Even though they don't glow like royalty

Trust them

They'll laugh with you

And never even breathe your secrets

So tell them anything and everything

It's okay

Answer them when they call you

Happiness is in their hands

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