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[_baciato]

So, it appears my little 'experience' has affected me more than I originally thought. I am scared to go outside! Every time I am reminded to take out the trash, get the mail, ect, I get so shaky and scared to go out! I'm not even sure what I'm scared of...it's definetly not of what happened; maybe of what could have or could happen? But anyway I wrote a poem/song about it all. Heh, that's my answer for everything. Poetry. :) Btw, this was written before I found this out, so that's why it's so positive. LoL.


Do you think you can use me?
Do you think you can put me on your shelf
and admire me like a porcelain doll?
Do you think that cause I ran away I'm just a weak thing?

Well I have news for you
What you did don't faze me
What you said, it don't matter cause I'm strong
And it'll all come back to you
Yeah my sky's still blue
and I'm not afraid of you
and I'm not broken

I'll wear my skirts
as short as I want
And my tops will be
as tight as I want 'em
And I won't think twice, no
not about you
cause I shouldn't have to

You won't be my boggart
or that dark figure in the night
No you won't be my prince neither
that spot's already taken

My engine's still runnin'
And I'll walk outside with pride
My head held high
My chest puffed out, I'm confident
I'm safe, I'm secure
I'm needed for so much more
So what you are doesn't break me

This is gonna be Voldemort for movie IV. My mom says he can be really scary so I am excited! Woo!

And yeah, I've been getting back into requesting blinkies! Yay!