onsdag 3. 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: Karolin Nygren &Fredrik Bech-Hansen.

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