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The Vanity of Teenage Poetry
Saturday, June 20, 2009
"I'm Missing Your Laugh, How Did It Break? And When Did Your Eyes Begin To Look Fake? I Hope You're As Happy As You're Pretending..."
She blankly stared at the ceiling. Her arm slowly dropped back down into the forgotten comfort of her bed.
The wall is empty at night when there is no one by your side to laugh at shadow puppets with you.
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