At two I was a little girl,
happy as could be.
I can't recall your smiling face,
but I have a picture to prove you were there.
But that was at two.
At seven I decided I didn't need you,
you were gone and not comming back.
That was that.
You hated me and didn't claim me,
that's what I was told.
It was what I believed
Here I am,
11 years after we left you.
I'm finding the truth slowly,
it's more pleasant than the lies.
That's for sure.
It feels like a fairytale,
but it's for real.
This love is greater than I dreamed,
and I definately don't deserve it.
but oh man do I want it!
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- Open up your old closets and pull out the 1 by Mykeee.
1000 points, ended February 3, 2008, 47 entries
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nice realization - thanks 4 the entry
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very good
this is really good it came together nicely!
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