Curves, size zeros,
and deadly beautiful facades.
Childish giggles, pink lipstick
and short denim skirts.
Silken words,
Are dripping with
[poison]
sarcasm.
Bloodless lies and
[broken]
shattered truths are lest the only thing known of me.
Hiding from the
[fear]
cold inside of
[myself. ]
this cave.
I’ve
[spun]
created this
[web]
entanglement of
[pain]
anger.
And I
[should be]
can’t
[the one]
stand up
[who destroys]
against
[my fears.]
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
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