she is not happy, no, she is not happy at all, with blue skin and heavy eyes and a weighted heart. she cries at night and she reaches for help and finds only anger and rage instead, bringing it back before it slips through her fingers. she buries it deep into her chest, cradles it all safely tucked behind her ribs, growing into something bigger than she. sometimes, she knows, it reaches out between the oh-so loose bars, taking control and demanding release, but she knows, oh does she know, that letting it go would be the biggest mistake of them all.
if only you knew;
alter ego (awl-ter ee-goh, eg-oh)
-noun
1. a second self; a perfect substitute or deputy.
2. an inseparable friend.
3. another aspect of one's self.
at least every four days,
i'll post something.
all time favorite author on here: as beauty dies
(i just found that fictionpress adblocker...it's a fuckin doll.)
NEWS; my dog died (11/11)
and not shit matters other than her
and getting her ashes
meaning i don't give a damn about you
so shut the fuck up
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