I want to dance in
slimming silk
a tight red dress
cocktail in one hand
smile on m lips
my feet in broken glass
I don't care
the pain feels nice
like cold ice
6th Grade I wrote a song about pain & knives. Freshman year college I sing a song about dead and hopeless & knives. I want to have wings. I want to fly. I want happiness. I want the power to control my own life.
OPPOSITES
-I have the power
-I am happy
-I can fly
[Below this writing an elf on a moon is inked in, she is covered from head to toe in the the words cut, kill, and More. Beside her head is a diamond pattern an arrow pointing to it says : I seem to draw this symbol a lot lately.]
slimming silk
a tight red dress
cocktail in one hand
smile on m lips
my feet in broken glass
I don't care
the pain feels nice
like cold ice
6th Grade I wrote a song about pain & knives. Freshman year college I sing a song about dead and hopeless & knives. I want to have wings. I want to fly. I want happiness. I want the power to control my own life.
OPPOSITES
-I have the power
-I am happy
-I can fly
[Below this writing an elf on a moon is inked in, she is covered from head to toe in the the words cut, kill, and More. Beside her head is a diamond pattern an arrow pointing to it says : I seem to draw this symbol a lot lately.]
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