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Sometimes, you just have to let things go.

There is no modern romance. It only appears in literature and movies.

I'm pretty sure I'm completely over feeling this. I need something new, not this lackluster love.

I'm completely unraveling.
By morning,
All that there will be left of me
Will be threads.

I'm tearing myself apart,
Crawling at my insides,
Biting holes into the inners of my cheek.

He's still at the motel
I Checked out days ago.

Beauty is behind me.
I grow old as I look back
At just how far I've come.

I know the end of the road is far away,
Yet i deceive myself,
With squinting eyes,
That I can see the end.

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Little thoughts you wind me up so tight. My body is falling apart. Between my body falling apart and going insane naturally, I've been engulfed by photography. My inspiration for my final projects lies within photographers Cindy Sherman and Francesca Woodman. Francesca Woodman's work has channeled an extra bit of insanity in me. For the past few ( Read more... )

My name is Christine and I think I might be bipolar.

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For some reason I just freaked, but i really like him, right. I feel so dead inside. I'm fucking everything up. My head is ticking ( Read more... )