She threw the ball,
The tiny creature brought it back,
She stood tall,
In her mind she fretted over how she lacked,
She threw the ball,
The tiny creature brought it back,
She couldn't stop playing with it,
No matter how much it bled,
She would still throw it,
She threw the ball,
This time she was dead.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
She threw the ball,
The tiny creature brought it back,
She stood tall,
In her mind she fretted over how she lacked,
She threw the ball,
The tiny creature brought it back,
She couldn't stop playing with it,
No matter how much it bled,
She would still throw it,
She threw the ball,
This time she was dead.
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