eloquent and self assured
an artist's grasp of insecure
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![]() I fashion the most unlikely ideas. I sometimes scare the crap out of myself. I am nocturnal. I am conceited. I'm a mess. Writing is my escape, jotting down kept
emotions is fun (try it haha). I may elaborate way too much on a simple thought, so feel free to stop me whenever you want. My mom lets me
carry a swiss knife whenever I go out. I am a very random person, hello XD I PMS like a betch. I am in love with Katy Perry :3 And no I'm not a
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perfect ending
Saturday, November 24, 2007, 11/24/2007 03:59:00 AM
Walk upon that hallway.Pause. Look up. And from that rope, Letters from a February's night Petals from the wandering place Of that moon-lit moment Will curse your blinded eyes. Stop And stare. Let these stitches be thy lips Convey each forced thread Pressed into my strands. Bewildered rope, Subdue all its mishaps. Flash them back to your mind Analyze its choking victim, Nothing has changed. It's still me. |