“i stand in my bathroom the sharpest razor in my right hand, and in my left, a red rose grasped tightly in my palm. the thorns pricking my hands. starign at my reflection in the mirror in disgust. so imperfect. i hate what i see. thoughts of every lost love and broken heart running threw… Continue reading the perfect suicide
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Bending walls
She was riding her demon of passions through the gates he had already opened for her. Somehow the past refused to die but she refused to let it get to her understanding ways. Just like an array of sadness she wept over the most glorious things, and when darkness was nowhere to be found she… Continue reading Bending walls