Twelve

by Tanisha   Mar 31, 2005


Twelve is to short of a number to be sweep-ed away by fear and rage.

Acceptance lingered high above the
steel cage that captured her every tear,every dream until the last dying day.

twelve took her life and shattered everything never experienced.
The night mare came .. the nightmare killed the nightmare was the tragic end of twelve .. became erased after time destroyed her place.

She never knew how to live life got took away cause of ungrateful kids couldn't get over the clothes she wore,the belief she had the something they couldn't enjoy unless twelve was sad.

no more tears
no more fears
no more twelve she committed suicide cause of cruel little minds that shed twelve to be so brave and kiss her reflection goodbye.

To tempest killed at twelve

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