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Talking

Talking

Pretty little building, filled with people who smile hiding their sharpened tongue, shinning silver drawing blood every time it slips through their teeth...I set in the front row, like a good little girl, always have; but what daddy doesn’t know want hurt him...Broken they say, that’s how they categorize me, a lost soul wondering in a depressing world, but what happened to forgiveness?...I think of them often as I hit it hard, got my sweet little school girl uniform on while I drink it up with a few of my favorite men, Hosea, Jack, and Jim...The pole is my friend and the money pays the bills, wonder what daddy would think of his sweet little girl now?  


By:RFuller 12/27/2011
Written by blueeyes415263
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