Angel with Slit Wrists

Mar 23, 2006 08:11

'the scarred sarcasm, unkempt and untidy, ever the acid wit, cuts her to the bone, she can't believe that he could be so cold to her, just last week they were in love, quietly he would whisper in her ear, sweet nothings, of no consequence, now he just sits there, laughing at her, how could she be so niave, to have not seen that he had really never ( Read more... )

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poesravyn March 23 2006, 21:00:15 UTC
a little depressed rex? because that is what i am getting from you. and this is so sad, but i cant help but this if recent events inspired it... did it?

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sacred_prophet March 27 2006, 18:55:17 UTC
kinda.

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