The Corner, by LaShawnna |
She sat there day after, day rocking, and screaming.Blood dripped down her face.Because her nails would dig into her flesh.She knew didn't matter.She'd scream for all the pain in her life.She was doomed to sit, and rock in the corner. |
Posted: 2005-10-30 15:31:28 UTC |
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