Member Since: March 2003
Last Login: 12/14/2009
She likes drawing pictures of herself on her walls.
In time maybe then she'll learn to like it when she smiles.
Then finally looking at her own face, She was tired.
One night someone left a note that said: 'I love your smile.'
She cried when she found it.
Its feathers were matted and pressed to its side.
Its wings were no longer able.
Still she begged it to fly.
Its body as frail as paper and wet from her tears.
She knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven.
Gently pressing its head to her heart.-?
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