HungryA Poem by AninaYeah. I'm sad and stuff. Writing helps sort things out sometimes. :DSometimes I dream of carving out my skin. Laying myself out to dry Thin and sculpted. How dreamy to earn perfection. Although no one can hear nobody knows. Racing, Hatings. Crying, and pulling. Staring at an image I can no longer see I lock the chest it burns. © 2012 AninaReviews
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Added on October 25, 2012Last Updated on October 25, 2012 AuthorAninaAboutI am enrolled in the Human Service Associates program at my Local Community College. I love people, and I love to offer my help whenever! I've always been a huge fan of fantasy, and I love writing .. more..Writing
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