feeling bold, aren't we?
just to you

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orange streetlights are flashing in her eyes. cigarette burns are showing through on her thighs. crimson nails worn down to numbs, from the constant nervous habit. her poor dancers legs are bruised and buckled; out of work, out of a job, out of luck.
so where is she running?
so map no car no trails no friends.
she stops for a moment, to look at herself in a store-fronts reflection. her hair is a mess, her face is tear streaked, and what she has on looked better on the mannequin. running again, the dark streets threaten to lose her.
the cars are driving too fast as she runs out of breath. she sink
I'm glad you liked one of my pics. Thanks a lot for faving
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» Psychosis - when everybody turns into tiny dolls and they have needles in their mouths and they hate you and you don't care because you have THE KNIFE! «
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I tend to draw signs of infinity on your back
Solely with my fingers, ignoring their size,
And how the nails are gnawed to nubs.
Let's not get started on the temperature.
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Website [link]
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I tend to draw signs of infinity on your back
Solely with my fingers, ignoring their size,
And how the nails are gnawed to nubs.
Let's not get started on the temperature.
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I tend to draw signs of infinity on your back
Solely with my fingers, ignoring their size,
And how the nails are gnawed to nubs.
Let's not get started on the temperature.
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complication is my claim to fame`
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