"I'm sure, here lives a girl."
Says the visitor, when he in the room enter.
If I'm sad and cry,
There are my doll, which smiles.
I will be happy,
Because of the funny kitches.
Pictures and fotos are on the wall,
My mother says: "Tidy the room!"
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Anna
2/24/2013 04:25:45 am
Where I'm From
Light starts to leave my room.
I want to walk now, alone,
thoughts racing in my mind, music throbbing around my head.
Down the staircase I go, looking at the people in the bus stop,
turning away as they look at me through the wall of glass.
There are just enough quiet streets to choose.
All songs are about me. I am the protagonist of all stories.
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