Heavy eyes blind with tears of sorrow
Your face so still won't light up tomorrow
For you've entered a sleep from which you won't wake
And this seed of truth my heart cannot take
The room lacks the chatter but sobs with no end
As I pass through your face, feel your lifeless hand
And I shut myself out from the vigor of life
As my heart slowly bleeds with each slash of the knife
And the journey I'll take as the sun goes to rest
Is unknown and frightening a stab in the chest
And I'll always feel empty and torn in two
All because I'm walking through life without you
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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