viernes, 11 de febrero de 2011

Game. Set. Match.

Again, her back starts to bleed.

Bipolars, bipolars creating fake words to harm multipolars.

Little girl in black and white, looking at her separated world.

Why don't you rest in peace?

She cannot, she cannot.

Fakely smiling when she wanna cry.

And die! And die!

Death is her mate, her mate.

Cuddling her when normal people attack.

Oh~! Delicious song.

Whispering her doom softly.

But she's deaf, she's deaf

And nothing can bother her

Sweet dreams she cannot see...

... 'cause darkness scares her.

"I don't get with people. Never have. Never will"

Blank page. What will be your entrance fee?

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