The Broken LifeThese girls talk in morbid fetishes, Tied to chairs with strong brown ropes And slit throats pouring out blood. The girls eyes who are staringThe Broken Life
Are like the holes in my memory, And I look and look away ashamed. Tumbleweeds burned and dogs barked, The sky filled with embers as we Shouted safety to each other. Welts the size of ping pong balls Formed on our backs results of boredom. Old photo albums dug up the past, Secrets and lies and hate and love. You’ll change your major once more From English to liberal studies. We gossip gossip gossip about &nb
another day
so so so much for all the :+favs:
and thanxs for passing by my
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mY GrApHiC GaLLeRy ~MiFei
mY SiStEr GaLLeRy ~mova
mY FrIeNdS GaLLeRiEs ~davidcardona
~aljabbar
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very nice your woRK..
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