(This is a random poem I wrote in a wild fit of depression)
Many years ago
With long hair
All done up in a bow
And a teddy bear
Held on to tightly.
I saw the world,
My manners unsightly.
While dolls played out acts
Of princesses and grace,
Little trains ran on toy tracks
And dress-up consisted of lace
The little girl must grow up,
Though, she doesn't know how
And the childish ways must take a bow.
The world I saw as a child
Had changed in my eyes.
I had less of a reason to smile
And people often told lies.
I'm not completely grown.
I'm still a child at heart,
But my innocence is torn apart.
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something evil this way comes
my journal shall be a portal from the pages of this internet to the thoughts in my head (thats a scary thought) hence the name "something evil this way comes". I like drawing manga and most would say I'm talented except my sister
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