She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

i forbid myself to cry
cause i will be strong.
yet when i think of the memories we had,
the tears just fall.
thanks for making me feel like you cared
for i really trusted you.
i thought you were the one friend who i could rely on.
i was wrong.
i had faith in you
but you left me disappointed.


tattered and torn rag doll
i miss you.














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