Bloody

Searching For PerfectionI stare at my reflection Eyes blurred with tears I Wish for perfection My life ruled by fearsSearching For Perfection
Cursed by depression I crave those wonderful stars Pain is my therapy session The price set in scars


A Single PunchShe was watching everyone pass by, content to just enjoy the soft hum of noise that vibrated in her ears. Her soft placid eyes were half-lidded with the calmness still evident from her small nap in modern languages. The brown hair was loosely tied in a braid, a few strands hanging loose over her eyes. Her lips curled into a smile as her clique began to form around her, greeting them with a nod and some a quick embrace.A Single Punch
“Isn’t Halloween over? What’s with the mask?”
She rolled her eyes as her arch enemy strutted up, placing himself directly opposite her. Glancing over at him as he began to slurp the contents of the can
thanks for the
you know what this means...? you gave me my 100th fave!!
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+I'm the girl everyone's talking about...+
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THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL
"He did not pass in purple pomp" Nor ride a moon white steed, Three yards of chord and a sliding board, Are all the gallows need So with rope of shame the herald came To do the secret deed.
Oscar Wilde 1898
look out for it on a DA page soon
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"Coffee May Not Be A Cure All...But Its Damn Close"
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Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
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