Haze

Nothing Child

Copyright, Haze

The little girl inside, plesent blonde innocence, the things she tries to hide, tired and small, sweet and dried, the preacious pail girl dies. she is nothing more then, a helpless child inside, she may look attentive, but theres nothing to confide… shes always screaming in her head, to think of the world that is dead, there is nothing for her, its just a faithless act of fear, the hear the echo future, but that has also dear, she has nothing to her, shes false and insuccure, this girl is a nothing child, cring upon the floor…

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