She Searches Dark cold night.She Searches by ~xeyesxofxaxsincerex
No other light but the streetlamps.
Pavement road kissed by dew.
No headlights in sight.
So she walks in the street.
Tattered clothes, and holey shoes.
Hooded black jacket,
and a black hair-tie bow.
A doll in one hand, a letter in the other.
The doll her best friend,
the letter to her mother:
"Dear Mommy,
Where are you? I walk all night. I hide all day. You are not here to protect me. The works is so cruel mommy. Why can't I find you? Its always cold mommy, but the only thing keeping me warm is my love for you."
-Save me- Your little girl.
Her face worn and pale.
Her stomach small from hunger.
Her eyes, s
Joy 
Sta.sh
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I will make you understand...
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.... el amor es una zona peligrosa
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What kind of sycophant would you like me to be?
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What kind of sycophant would you like me to be?
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What kind of sycophant would you like me to be?