Counting to ten,
a little girl giggles,
looking around,
the little girl wiggles.
She peers behind the couch,
no not there,
she looks inside the closet,
she can't find her anywhere!
She laughs and runs,
"I'm going to find you!"
she sneaks into the room,
past the picture she drew.
Her smile fades,
and she sits on the bed.
She starts to cry,
with her hands on her head.
Someone comes behind her,
so soft and gingerly,
unsuspecting,
the little girl giggled with glee.
Tickling her,
till she started to choke,
her mother lifted her up,
and she gave her a poke.
"I found you,"
the little girl excitedly said.
"No, I found you.
Now it's time for bed."













Comments
but thats just me being morbid
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-I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much... This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.-
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Nike, just do it...
"Your destiny is never told, so live life your way."
*click* [link]
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Nike, just do it...
"Your destiny is never told, so live life your way."
*click* [link]
add it to the urban dictionary
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-I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much... This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.-
great job bekka!!
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I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.
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Nike, just do it...
"Your destiny is never told, so live life your way."
*click* [link]
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Nike, just do it...
"Your destiny is never told, so live life your way."
*click* [link]
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