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Emily

by Lullabeth

I have a vase Of sad forget-me-nots On the bedstand Next to Emily Rose-wooden eyes See what mine still hide from me Behind the thread and the needle holes I know we still holds my memories Everyday that I should forget Every scar, every past regret Starts a letter "Dear Emily,.." Pieces of tattered cloth Holding me together
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Lullabeth

I'm an 18 year old writer who has been writing for as long as I can remember. From short stories, fanfiction, and poetry to song lyrics and music composition, I manage to keep my self constantly busy all day and all night. But I enjoy it. Writing is my life and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

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5DeShay
Beautiful.

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