She is the one that nobody wants to be close to; the weirdo, the odd one, you know what I mean. She was tall and slender with transparent skin, like rice paper was used in place of flesh on Her. No one wanted to be close to Her, as if brushing against Her would cause… Continue reading Time
Tag: auburn hair
poetry of pain loneliness
i see you sitting there pretty auburn hair such a pretty face such a sweet smile but you dont even know i care