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Feb 2013
It's empty I tell you,
How empty?
Really empty
Someone stole it
It must have been a monster
A real monster
Do you know this monster?
Too well
Why did you let him in?
I didn't think he was a monster
Was he handsome?
Very handsome
Do you think he'll return it
Never
How could you trust a monster like that?
He used sweet words
Your a fool!
Anyone would have fallen for the monster's charm
Did he at least some crumbs?
A few
Can you make a whole one out of the crumbs?
Its just not the same
I know, Nothings ever the same as the last cookie
Written by
Bre Steele
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