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[title] => Rebirth
[time] => 2005-01-13 19:53:50
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[bodytext] => She never had any dreams She never wanted anything more Perfectly content Or was it just apathy? Her mother told her When she was young Love and dreams Make the heart grow strong. But she wanted to be weak. A new sensation every second Weaker and iller she fell Her dark eyes blackened And she would never tell Her emotions soared And people found, That they were never bored Of their toy to the world. They could make her feel what they wanted her to feel. And one day she grew tired, So very tired. The little girl with her ponytail Swinging back and forth on a swing And whistling a children's song. She felt something stir In her small breast And out popped another girl, Who promptly killed her. The girl looked the same, but she was somewhat insane, With the girl's cute bloody head in her little hand. And with expertise She fell to her knees To bury her young body A body that had made her. A body that had with a stir Created this demon monster Who in the end just killed off everyone else because she hates them. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 31 [informant] => assassinatorgirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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