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Privacy Please

You ask me of my dreams
But I can’t tell you a single one.
My fingers curl
As if trying to grasp
The smoke around my head
From all my pretty little pipe dreams.

Of course I have dreams!
It’s just…
As of late,
I’ve seen too many
Not broken but bruised
Ridiculed but not rejected.

Bruises are not deep gashes
But my lips are swollen shut from all the punches life dealt me.
So as I heal all’s I ask is
Privacy please.




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PirateCountryThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
yesterday at 4:25 pm:
Wow...that made me sad :( BUT I love the way you conveyed your message! I DON'T WANNA GROW UP DX Maybe I could call Peter Pan...Hahaha! Nice work!
 
nelehjrThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
today at 9:09 pm :
And then the Peter Pan...HOW DO YOU KNOW OF ALL THE FANDOMS I L♥VE?! D'; Thank you, first off. I really need to scan the illistration of this poem,,,Post it. *Awesome*...Kinda. I once wanted to go to Neverland...My bestfriend and I. Once, I even saw the red, second star to the right...But that night her grandmother (rather OUR grandmother) took a ride in an ambulance so I whispered to the sky "Not now. I have to stay and help..." And I've never seen that star again.
 
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