Doors and MetaphorsA Poem by Little-Red-Writer Just something I came up with.......... She opens the door, but she doesn't know to who She grieves, but has no sadness She is alive, but has no life She talks, but has no one to listen She weeps, but has no tears to shed She smiles, but it holds no happiness She yells, but has no voice She laughs, but it is empty
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Little-Red-Writerwonderland with the madhatterAboutHello hello * Im fifteen * Im a ginger! * I love to read, write, draw, and act * I hope to publish a novel here in my upcoming years * I love indie bands, and Nirvana! Bye! Wuv you! more..Writing
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