"Myths are made of elm street houses with the shoes hanging from wires outdoors"
Monday, November 15, 2010
and sometimes i want to blame myself, but you left too. so what do i do? i wish you were here to help me. dear world, i'm still here.
i want to write a few lines for every person that has touched my life. in some ways, i already have. but i want it to matter. i want you to know that i care.
The only poem I've ever seen where the title is longer then the poem.
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