December 2010
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Waltz
The rose vines start to travel slowly as I’m laying on the white winter’s grass. Starting to cover my body, I feel the thorns piercing through the small pores leaving me a peculiar numbing pain. Feeding off on the sweet blood red wine, the thorns start to soak up every memory leaving me as cold as the winters air. I think its time, as it starts to shape shift as my past life. Dancing...
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Blurbss: Disappointment
Don’t you hate it when you try to give all the help you can to a friend, going through one ear and coming out the other? I’m up to a point right now that I don’t care what they do with their life. As much as it hurts to say it but its true. You know, that person doesn’t notice it but its basically fucking our friendship over. I’m really tired of the...