

HypocrisyMail-in rebates keep her connected to the outside world. Cracker Jacks provides all her jewelry. She only sings on Wednesday, and she doesn't believe in tomorrow.Hypocrisy
Alphabet soup means profanity in a bowl, And magnetic poetry means gibberish on the fridge. Her Barbies are all named after Biblical figures, And Judas is her favorite.
She was born in August, but swears it was June, And no one's ever known why. The only thing she's ever loved is the concept of death -- That one day she will be six feet away from all of life's imperfections.
Pain is always capital


My DemiseFeeling so empty You’re words Echoing through my head The venom of pain Flowing through my veinsMy Demise
My blood Like poison It spells the end Of me
Our souls embrace Once more You’re heart full Of love and pain
My heart In my throat Chocking me As I try to speak
Gouging out my eyes So that I am as blind As I feel right now And also so that No one will see
My demised soul
A rage I heard I hate I want to cry I want to scream I want to hate
Myself aw
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I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well
(Bury the horse shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
Porcupine Tree - Open Car
~FåïNt-69~
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Lara Jade.
larajadephotography@gmail.com
l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
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I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well
(Bury the horse shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
Porcupine Tree - Open Car
~FåïNt-69~
love your signature, btw
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I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well
(Bury the horse shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
Porcupine Tree - Open Car
~FåïNt-69~
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