This is an empty shell.
Superficiality.
Superfluicity.
Anything worthwhile
drowned
while I gargled in the burgundy blood
that spat from these slit wrists.
ShellA Poem by PrettyCrazySometimes, even I have no idea what my words actually mean.© 2008 PrettyCrazy |
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1 Review Added on March 1, 2008 AuthorPrettyCrazyBelgiumAboutTo be really honest, I kinda hate these boxes where you're supposed to 'tell us who you are!' First of all, I never know what to write in there. Second, I don't really fit in a box... But here goes a.. more..Writing
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