Thank you!


UntitledRed trickles down my shattered body. I cover, not allowing myself to be seen. I throw aside the weapon and scream silently; so as not to be heard. I pretend not to care, and am eventually lying to myself; so I don't have to feel. I am telling you fiction behind my scars; so as not to acquire your sympathy. I rub my skin raw in secret; so the pain may someday subside. I dig deep into my arms those days; I completely lose control. I hold in my bloody stomach; so that maybe the comments from you will end. I lay here peacefully in my deathbed hoping to go numb; &nUntitled


Paper DollThe wind can't touch the ice of your heart Nor the dark compare to the shades when you start To share your despair with your sweet paper doll Whose porcelain frame responds to your call Her skin smooth and sweet you trace up and down And through overuse you've broken her frown She's a bittersweet ballet trapped in your arms You whisper destruction with smiles and charmsPaper Doll
Its not suicide sweet No, not vicious at all It's pain from our love My dear paper doll
Its not suicide sweet No, not destined at all Its death from our love My dear paper d
Tulips
May it be a beautiful holiday, filled with fun and love
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
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Bibbity bobbity bacon!!
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::wondering and wandering::
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"Yeah, but you say a lot of things... and how does that work? You're a bicycle."
I bet you make your mom so proud. I NEED MORE SOUND!!!
*Apophysis - WOW!
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