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MURDER SHE WROTETroubled mind, Take it slow. A world behind, Not letting go. Such a mess, Can't disguise. Tattered dress, Bleeding eyes. Open hands, Broken fingers. Can't understand, Pain still lingers. Yesterday's scorn, Tomorrow burned. Today's been torn, A lesson learned. Sharpened blade, Pain unknown. Destined to fade, Dark undertone. Simple goodbye, Scribbled note. A suicidal cry, Murder she wrote.MURDER SHE WROTE
Dryad
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Mah gallery♥
"I want....to be free....to be wild....and to be just like a child,
and if I get lost I really don't mind, because I am me, and I'll do just fine."
Oh, and thank you.
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I can hold a thunderhead in my heart;
And in my bed I can dream a winter's gale
and wake up drenched.
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Mah gallery♥
"I want....to be free....to be wild....and to be just like a child,
and if I get lost I really don't mind, because I am me, and I'll do just fine."
--
Mah gallery♥
"I want....to be free....to be wild....and to be just like a child,
and if I get lost I really don't mind, because I am me, and I'll do just fine."
--
Mah gallery♥
"I want....to be free....to be wild....and to be just like a child,
and if I get lost I really don't mind, because I am me, and I'll do just fine."
--
Mah gallery♥
"I want....to be free....to be wild....and to be just like a child,
and if I get lost I really don't mind, because I am me, and I'll do just fine."
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