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just something I wrote when i livedin england |
| Troubled : by Elle6 I tried to draw you a flower, but it crumpled on my page. so i crumpled up my paper and went into a rage. My ink pen burst and ruined all my clothes, then the book told my secrets that only those two know. I tried to burn my book but the matches dissapeared. the gas got up and left because "i was being wierd." Somehow he started a fire that didnt last to long, because i quickly put it out when that fire sang a song. I tried to block it out and they told me not to start. Now my arm will tell you that i took their words to heart. the ink turned to blood that staind all my clothes, and you see the pain i go through when i tried to draw a rose. |