Category : Diary/Journal

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Crazy but collected. Her burning pain is well covered by her dashing flash. Man feared her flash because it crawled from their praying eyes. Her wonded words were beautifully wiked they gave birth to monsters that hide in the shadows. She built a house filled with webs of deception but she still called it home. Her incomplete words were nothing but apologetic. She did things but still in those white sheets the devil held her like those fallen wings of his. Ironically he was an angel. Her soul met its first mate that night but it still felt empty. Her windows no longer reflect her soul but the shattered side. Horrors lie naked with her soul ever since she allowed a friend to visit her white sheets.
I wonder do your parents still speak so well about their little girl.since that monster took their pride from you. Don't get this twisted am not counting your spots am just remarking them.