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and my sorrows.

Angst, death, sorrow.

Pain has no secrets for me.

horrible I am the girl of your dreams,

fear that to which

but whose lack of sanity

makes you tremble with passion.

Cordura crazy, crazy string.

thorny heart

beats a thousand revolutions per minute.

C HTMLXC prepared with love your coffin

I prepared the bouquet of black roses,

soil nail your cross ...

Watch what you do for your girl left.

Carcajada strident echoes in my soul.

The echo inside me

full of sound throughout the room.

Come in, come without fear

to show you the scars on my soul. CH

TMLXC Nightmares, nightmares come to me,

the girl who can not sleep.

The knives are sharp

and cut my veins I want

to open inside me all

actually showing red.

And I'm not going to stop.

Remember, I am the girl from hell.

Here come the nightmares to dance.

Medications For Broken Capillaries I'm nothing, nothing for you.

Those are the words that echo in my head empty, my head doll ... so sound, so crazy at the same time ... Wishing he had not ever met any of the two ... well I had done no harm, I would not hurt me. Tucked in a little glass box, suffocating, without even being able to lift his arms ... and should be, tied, encerradita, ta angelic as Lolita, as dead as I feel now. As cold as ice as it is now my skin, as I am now on the inside. Trying not to feel, trying not to think ... But your memory ... especially yours, yes, yours ... haunt me incessantly.

I do not feel what I did, because I did wrong. I've never fooled anyone, and you er.

So I have to go.

Because now I'm just a hollow shell porcelain.

because I can break like glass.

So my child, I have to jump.

For just me, you'll be able to forget.

... Did you read those old poems I wrote as a child? Words lost in the wind ... One, gnawing loneliness ... I wonder if you understood. I asked to do so, how much it will take.

(Thanks to Karincoma to create such beautiful pictures)

Wayne's World Clip Art Your favorite mad

Today I was told that I have
doll face;
with missing eyes, skin cold and mouth
small and serious.
Today I feel like your favorite doll;
broken, forgotten, used, destroyed. Your favorite

innocent.
Your personal discord.
Your favorite slave. Your child
fatal. Drawing
my veins onto the skin with scissors.
tolo Because I have learned what was on pain.
According to Dante, I know everything because who knows
pain
Knower.

One minute,
a minute was all I needed to taste you
again.
Like a tightrope walker in
want your hands to hold. I lost
balance and fell into the void
network when you wanted me to leave.
And I was foolish enough to let you do this,
that let you escape me.


No more suffering and you do not want it to go wrong.
I'm not afraid of blood. I'm a nuisance

sad and useless, not knowing what to do with downtime
around me.
I'm going to do a favor, I am going to save
suffering ...

just want to say goodbye.
Just want to say I've been
to me all the best.
That I love you madly ...

And never forget this crazy discordant
desperate, withered;
this little doll ...
Yes, your loca favorite.
not ever forget me, my child, my love.
not forget me when I'm gone ...
please.