My security blankets

by Jenn   Jul 28, 2006


Its security we run to when we need to talk alone, its a blanket that is always therefore us.
Its there to listen, and then give you your answers, and there to comfort your weary travels.
Its always there when we need someone to speak to, and always there to take your tears.
Its our life when we lost our way, and our dreams when we cant sleep, and our shadow when we are alone our best friends are the ones smiling and wathcing after you

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