Her Story

August 4, 2012
By Vile1067 SILVER, Hamilton, Other
Vile1067 SILVER, Hamilton, Other
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Favorite Quote:
We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst.


Through thick and thin were all alone.
Hearken your ears for the song of my soul.
With words I do not speak,
Thy lips are sealed.

Actions speak louder then words,
Each scar a story,
A tale.

The body is the canvas,
The knife is the brush,
A story unheard, untold, un-cared for.

Simply imperfect,
Different from the rest,
Her story unfolds to the world,
From this moment on.



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