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She paints a pretty picture but this picture has a twist you see..
I want to be like water, I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship
She paints a pretty picture but this picture has a twist you see..
A broken mirror a bleeding fist a silver blade against a wrist tears falling down to lips unkissed she's not the kind you'll come to miss.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist..
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God.
It feels the same, but everything's changed. The wounds have healed, but the pain remains. -unknown.
The feeling of loneliness seems to have taken over me. It fills my hollow heart, it floods my crowded brain, I find it kind of funny how it's become my worst enemy, yet my closest friend. -Jasen.