untransparent glass eyes

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By Ananya

she has class nice hair she makes all the boys stare she has the perfect figure preety blue eyes but behind them she hides her lies her dad hes gone her mummys a slag shes rich with filth money people call her hunny she calls them chick back they walk round arm in arm she is always in the middle but her arms are limp her smile is fake her watch hides the scars of all her mistakes every night she scrathches it one more time one scratch one drop of blood for evry mistaked moment living her "perfect" life

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August 19, 2005 10:05No Child Is Innocent Once Born

One Word! WOW!!!!!!!

September 5, 2005 12:34so_close_but_yetso_far

yeah, wow!