I'm home from a long day of school
I just want to be along with my box of happiness and a piece of paper
It's awesome colors and it's warm exciting feelings
But there they lay on the floor broken and useless
What happen to you my box of happiness
Your broken
Your paper is peeling off
Your ugly I can't even look at you anymore
Its okay I want cry I can buy me another box of happiness
A bigger and badder box of happiness
I want even let anyone touch them
There all my mine
my box of happiness
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- Show us how odd you are! by Noir mariposa...x.
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"Its okay I want cry I can buy me another box of happiness
A bigger and badder box of happiness
I want even let anyone touch them
There all my mine
my box of happiness"
I remember doing that with my crayons. Someone snapped them all and in the end I swapped to pencils lol
Like the metaphor,
liked the poem
I wish you the best of luck ^^
Claire x
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