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What a pretty disgrace,
Her skin soft,
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Being unhappy about something important to you can be a good thing I have learnt I have learnt that in order for people you love the most to be happy they might not have to be with you to active that, that maybe not being wit
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Chipped nail polish / Chewed nails / Frowning lips / Sleepy eyes / A broken heart / A silent room / Waiting hopes / For a phone to ring / Deadly silence / Dampened pillow /
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Bandages, on the tiled bathroom floor. / Her pathetic doll body, in clear water. / Floor boards creak, under foot. / Broken locks, piercing screams. / Lifeless hands petrified eyes. / Broken glass, broken
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I hate you / I hate me / Look at my face see / This is me when I’m angry / Don’t tell me to stop it / Don’t tell me to calm / You’re the reason I have / These cut on my arm / I don’t want you / I don’t want
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How you make me feel..... / Inside my body my lungs rip and tear silent screams of hatred, every time you play with my hair..... /
by Radiant-Beauty
9 lines, 6 comments,
on May 17 6:43 AM 2007. In Sad, Personal, Angst, Dark, Hope, Life, Love, Pain, Thoughts
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