

The After PartyNo matter how many times she gargles or brushes her teeth she can still taste him. She washes her face and scrubs her whole body, she can't lose his scent. His vile disgusting scent. She still feels his hand all over her.The After Party
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She never screamed She silently let the tears run down her face Even as the blade scraped her skin Even as his fingers peeled away soft flesh She never screamed
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I kept my eyes closed I pretended they were your hands closing gently over my mouth That it was the blade I gave you pressed


I love this man...My body racks with spasms and I can't control my tears. He makes me want to be a writer, an artist, a junkie. Something beautiful, something pure.... something clean. He makes me want to get my life together. He makes me want to fall apart. Become nothing in his arms Just so he can make me everything again.I love this man...


Growing up with grown upsThanks for the attention That I always had to get from someone else You fucking monsterGrowing up with grown ups
Sit idly by while that child Ruins her best dress By soaking it in blood
Delicately running blades
Across her arms and legs That sit so large in her tiny hands
Ignore the deep scars That she inflicted at puberty to make Her outsides
Look like Her insides
Years and years of mutilation
To make something beautiful Of this mess you call a life
Watch as she destroys her self With powders and pills Stumbling home
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Put your raygun to my head...press your spaceface close to mine love
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check my stock out!
what do you think? ghost or mist? [link]
Kim.
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