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Her cracked fingernails Are now covered in a fresh varnish That shimmers Like a clouded jewel freshly polished. Her bloodied lips
I recently realized I could re-draw all of my mythologies - after all i say never beg for power because the powerful never give or bestow power. they act in power.the powerless always has the power to do right.
If I were to go back And talk to myself from the past I would have hated me. I do not hate who I was. But who I was would hate who I am.
Who gave you the right to use us at your disposal? In the end, you'll be alone--- like an empty vessel stuck with resinating regret. Are you aware that you're leading to your own self destruction?
For all my favorite Roses Born into tragedy; she is celebrated, adored, nurtured, envied, blessed - she is beaten, sacrificed, scrutinized, enslaved, damned -
Last night I thought that the Moon had disappeared. A clear sky with no Moon When I knew it should be a quarter full I'm still not sure where it went
I am 4 years old all pink dress, all blond hair, all blue eyes when strangers ask my name i tell them, that i am princess peach
The swallowed voice, that wallows from the pit of my soul, Speaks in the desolate ancient tongue of Sultans,