torsdag 4. februar 2010

POEM

Molly.
Innocent, kind, scared and lonely.
Daughter of my mother, sister to my brother.
Who loves friends, family and other.
I feel I need to grow up anywhere, but not here.
I feel my tears are falling, my family is calling.
And my eyes are glowing.
I need to see the ones I love because they give me everything I need,
I wish to see them.
Oh yes, indeed.Trapped in a reservation.
Molly.
made by: Fredrik Bech-Hansen og Karolin Nygren

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