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Hiding in the homestead
...written on 2009-09-23, @ 2:38 p.m.
Tied tragedies with ribbons on vases. Lit cigarettes and cried on porch steps alone. All grown up but still just a little girl.
Slid fingers through promises never kept and wished you were home. But you just don't know where home is anymore. So down in your backseat you wrapped up in ribbons and wished to growup because being little just won't work anymore.