Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Garden
She has her friends
She has her family
Her rooms A mess
But she doesn't care anymore
There is a garden where she dreams she will lay down and forget the days where she had a fine white Horse and a castle
She has her ways
She has her thoughts
they aren't the best
But she doesn't think about that
There is a place where she knows she can reach and forget about the days where it was all together
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