this sucks


home?Tears fall, blood pours. Her lungs do not have space for fresh air to be drawn. She cries in chokes, and sputters. Her silent screams, covered by other's.home?
Fist clenched, flesh exposed. She lies against the cold wall, her sweat escapes. She thinks of better things, "soon to come". Hold on, hold on.
Wind blows, body shivers. She hugs herself, for a pathetic feel of comfort. There is no such thing as hope, or trust.
She only wants to go home.


That girl and their coffeeThat girlThat girl and their coffee
who was always in baggy t-shirts
with prints of silhouettes dancing into misery on 'em and bands around her wrists to hide the slits when she felt masochistically depressed
whose several streaks of hair will be the color of any box of dye she is able to steal and those borrowed checkered board shorts
which were never returned when she felt she could be a rocker
who rolled her dark eyes with a dab of mascara at girls in skimpy dresses giggling over a cup of coffee and she'd scoff at their skinny thighs said they probably stuck their
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=indonesia|*ProjectEarth|~unposed|*VintageRepublik
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Not a moment too soon!
Visit my other half at [link] my LIFElike folder [link]
and thanks for visiting my page.
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KÕUEÖÖÕUD - 7 vowels in a row [Try to pronounce it
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Burn...
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poof.
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Burn...
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-Dramaqueen
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