Sunday, February 1, 2009


Of all that I've lost, of all that I've sold, 
Bartered, given up, or simply misplaced,
The thing I miss most is what I lost on that day, 
On the day that the little girl I once was
Discarded the broken doll, which, before that day,
Meant everything to her, to me.
All that I've lost, all that I've sold,
Bartered, given up, or simply misplaced, 
Is only remembered, never regained.

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