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Black hair but Pale White skin. Her hair comes down to her shoulders and the back of her neck is slightly, partially visible.
Posted March 10, 2010 at 4:04pm in cigarette book or drum sticks it doesn't matter what you hold you're beautiful
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Everything is starting to fall apart again. Plans, dreams, rules… They are all falling apart now.
This isn’t new.
This, I have felt before.
The world collapsing, Blind…
Self loathing, as it is not you who caused this, but I. I stare at myself, hating, slashing. But, I can’t get you out of my head. I know it’s not your fault. But, I can’t get you out of my head.
Retribution…But for whom? Looking into my eyes, I realize that it’s not my fault anymore. It’s yours. It’s their.
The anger. The hate. Not for me but you.
Not anymore.
