Friday, October 20, 2006
I'm a jar.A bright pink jar.With pictures of butterflies fluttering around on it.Who was once full of darn scrumylicious cookies.which tasted like,tastes - undescribeable.I was that bright pink jar.who felt so great.so great,I would simply die with even more beautiful butterflies fluttering on me.then those cookies were taken away.and nobody,nobody cared 'bout the bright pink jar no more.'cause all those cookies were the jar.no cookies meant no jar.and im empty now.dusty.with dull butterflies.which look like moths with holes.left there to rot.to crack.to die.but i wanna be strong.I wanna freaking clean myself.I want my butterflies to be lively.but i dont know if i can do it.All i feel is emptiness.so something, someone,fill me.fill me by polishing me.make my butties lively again.and bake delicious, able-to-melt-you cookies,and put them in me.'cause all i am now.is empty.and all i need now.is understanding.care.concern.and love.and make me shine.again.like before.for forever.<3
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