You can tell any story
all about a broken home
You can tell any story
so long as it's not our own
You can share any heartache
let the tears flow like rain
You can share any heartache
so long as you don't say my name
You can paint any picture
colors spread so painfully
You can paint any picture
so long as they can't see me
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The Sin of Sadness and Other Nonsense
Here I am again, rattling cages and making people uncomfortable, but I honestly don't know what else to do. One of my classmates posted...
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Mud You, You see me with mud covered glasses, feel me with shaky hands, love me with missing pieces, and reach for me with broken arms....
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You go can from noticing that your guinea pig is pregnant, to having three guinea pig babies, in less than 12 hours. My mother's fire ...
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This summer I became the mother of a beautiful 16 yr old harlequin Macaw, Harley. Within a week, my arms looked like I'd had a cutting...
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