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I bet you think I've got a spell for you
Since you know who I am
And you know what I do
Black candles and peppercorns.
Seven spices and a baby w..
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If people could see
The Real You
What would they think?
Not your Facebook or Instagram
Or Twitter
Not your inner voice
Or your dreams.
Only ..
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I stood with my back to the house, and I walked.I wore only my nightgown,soft and thin and pink,and I walked.My feet were bare,but I felt no pain.My l..
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The season of the sun has passed.
the once all-important, omnipresent,
bright, heavy, brutal sun,
which kills eyes and burns flesh
has been replac..
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Scars.
Simple, white, soft, rubbery flesh.
I run my fingers
with long, damaging nails along them.
And despite the anger,
fights, fury, and tears
..
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This is absolute rubbish & ramblings, simply because I feel like venting, and I think that most girls could probably sympathize.
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Vermont in December
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A beautiful day in sunny Georgia.... yes?
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The Joys of Motherhood
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