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The Little Child
Contributed by
fallin_angel_lover
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Monday, 16th August 2004 @ 10:10:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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There's a place inside my head,
where I run and hide
away from the pain and sickness.
The music forever plays
and dreams come true.
I run to that little bubble
when the pain closes in
and I want to cry.
No one understands what I want
or what I go through.
All I want is a little attention
and love and to be held.
When the waves of pain,
become too intense to stand.
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2004-08-16 22:10:35]
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Re: The Little Child
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by Jenni_K on
Monday, 16th August 2004 @ 11:00:19 PM AEST
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Lovely write....... know what you mean..
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Re: The Little Child
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by sally-heart-jack on
Thursday, 2nd November 2006 @ 01:31:59 PM AEST
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Yeah, I know what you mean. My favorite part is:
The music forever plays
and dreams come true.
I run to that little bubble
when the pain closes in
and I want to cry.
Very short but still conveys the message
^^ You did good! |
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