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Knotted ThroatBroken glass and porcelain cascade the emptiness of the hole in my chest, Shingles of ice break in the pit of my stomach, I feel cold and I uttered a meek sound that can only be heard by me, I felt all of it, All of it flow into my throat and burst, Into a helpless ache of a scream, Then the throat knot found its way into my head, Into my face, And erupted as flowing sadness that fell from my eyes, I miss you. I have never felt such a thing, So obscure, And yet, So easy to recognize. How did you come to be, dear? How did you so quickly move me? I bKnotted Throat


NauseaI can feel it, Inside my throat, Like the hardest lump to swallow, Like the tear that never came to the outside, Of my eye.Nausea
I love you dear, You are the epitome of the lie, That was never told, Of that unfulfilling hope, I finally believe in me, Thanks to you, Tell me it again, Tell me how I'm not a total klutz, Believe in me some more.
Tell me that faith is useful in this world, That this is not a simple lie, I need you to breathe now, You've become my happy addiction, And the useful nausea that gives me, Butterflie


But it Burns to Breathe...This lonely tear slithers down my face, And echoes as it hits the fucking floor, I am, I am nothing but a story to be told, I am not a slut or a whore who sleeps around, And apparently that makes me not good enough, Not worthy of a person to love me, I am not the prettiest or the smartest, And apparently that makes me worthy of ridicule, I am the weird girl who sits in the corner of the bus reading, Apparently that makes me a nerd, Label me bitch, I'll take you on any mother-fucking day of this week, And guess what? I fight dirty, I'm sorry I'm not intoBut it Burns to Breathe...
by ~AyameFataru
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Nurse Amy.
Tis known that I am a pretty piece of flesh.
- Shakespeare.
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C o O o n !¡!
dame un lapiz & papel ii creare un universO
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♥♦Alice●°in°●Marveland♠♣
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
There are get up in the morning glories,
in the golden afternoon.
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me on Elvira's website - [link]
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♥♦Alice●°in°●Marveland♠♣
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
There are get up in the morning glories,
in the golden afternoon.
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