Worry
Bloody Gir
mirrorsMirrors, how they haunt me so. I scream out in the night I’m frightened by my lips, my neck, My eyes I hold shut tight. These mirrors seem to capture me, Holding me for what I am, But what I am is what I speak And I speak as much I can. But mirrors have no choice to hear, To find out what I must say For all they see is me, my face So pale, so lone, so frail. I need no mask, No makeup To hide my identity I use my voice My words, My song, To show how beautiful I can be.mirrors
Nothing Much
Jolly
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~Jessie~
*Available for ALMOST ANY commissions!
That's Jess. :]
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You know I won't say sorry. The pain has a bad reaction; a blend of fear and passion. You know what it's like to believe. It makes me want to scream.
Photography [link]
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EVANESCENCE IS THE SHIZ!!!!!
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Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
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EVANESCENCE IS THE SHIZ!!!!!
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Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
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EVANESCENCE IS THE SHIZ!!!!!
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