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famous are we princess?
tell me now, do you dress up even for death?
i could count the ways you break our souls
tounge drenched, envy, torrid, woes.
but my feat are to tired, and sluts quickly turn old

splinter sides ( Read more... )

your hearts a letter
mine is three words
simplicty is broken
this ideal is absured
crossed out, there are scratchs bleeding through a wall
i would like to beileve when your young you have nothing at all