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a tomb for 2by ~Aneticia
morning day may come to someawaken to my minds fears written in cheap black ink, the scrapes scratches and burns ache from my place of peace the yelling and disappointment are unstoppable and unforgiving i try to leave this house of "lies" i find more knives in my arms and more halos over red handed bitches racing with time i leave little room for love and joy until the devil is at my throat again begging me too do house chores and clean her feet in exchange for my home in hell for her servants left too short a time ago as the day seems softer brighter i start too feel lighter i learn everyday but what i learn, is it important?i leave my happy placmorning day may come to some
by ~Aneticia
louraliesWalking into the doors to you're world where you're beautiful and only needed,only there are you seen. you inject my veins with fake care and compassion but you're never there and never fair. connecting wires to my body and and experimenting on my heart when it stops you have fun with pops and shocks! will you let me go i don't like this place anymore let me go time is ticking in my IV let me free from you're restraints i promise i wont faint.louralies
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"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
"Remember what you fight for, Keep hold of that purpose. Grip it tight. Whatever you do in life, Let nothing take it from you."
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