UntitledA Poem by HollyMy black heart dried and small saw a sparkle that was all all it grows bright and strong black is fading light will come but to put it in your hands irresponsible to much to stand is it possible to turn it off flip a switch it must be wrong I hate the twinkle that turned so bright why must you feed it with your light my mind's a blur a bloody fight indestructable no way is right it won't work out this I know yet I still have no control I hope you hear what you're doing to me and feel a fraction of my pain © 2009 HollyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 6, 2009 Last Updated on September 7, 2009 AuthorHollyHellAboutLet's keep this short, sweet, and to the point. I am fifteen years old and I adore reading, writing, and science. I love to talk about books (espically horror or mystery) and am always up for a discu.. more..Writing
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