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I don't know.

Submitted:Nov 23, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

She filled the walls with paint,

While her heart laid broken on a bloodied floor,

She wrote of daring dreams and passions,

But she would not open the door.

Hidden in her tower,

Far away from the world,

Lived a little girl whose dreams were too big,

Too strange and impossible,

For the minds outside her walls.



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