Feb 23, 2006 08:46
To my sanity.
By: Sam C
You object of my worship
You thorn of my despair
Why have you left me?
You were there when I was younger
With hope of never fleeting
Yet here I sit, without you
With you gone
The pink bunnies dance on my ceiling
While my dishes spew nursery rhymes
You must come back to me
For they are taking me away.
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