She’s sticking needles in her skin. I turn with an ugly grin. Her canvas doesn’t leave a lot… to fantasy. But her peace of mind can’t stay in inside the lines. It’s so… confusing, the methods that she’s using. She knows she shouldn’t leave a mark… that I can see. Will she ever find one million of a kind? It’s cold and lonely, but that’s because she told me Lost inside her dirty world, no one hurts this pretty girl but her.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 10:27:17 +0000
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