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Years of my life wasted
As i sat around, pining for you
Drawings of your name
cover the pages of my
Mind
Turn each one and you will discover
A sick fantasy
A twisted lie, that will turn your heart cold
An honest lie, that sprung from a seed
Slithering limbs turn you to stone
Look deeper still and you will find rows and rows of
You
Packed in tidy little boxes
White labels gleam like teeth
Throw yourself at them
Tear them open
Looking at your flaws until you scream
Tear out the pages.




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JeanGrey said...
Apr. 16, 2010 at 4:43 pm:
Yikes, kind of twisted but I like it...it is interesting and I like the descriptions you used :)
 
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