her red hair whipping around as she holds her skirt off of the ground to run. her grey, layered dress moving left and right as each leg extends. her blue eyes scream betrayal as makeup drips down her porcelain face. and her tiara of spikes lodged into her head bleeds uncontrollably like her sobs.
foggy dress
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teenage girls
disgusting and decrepit
maintaining youth and good posture at all times
selling souls and skin for fleeting moments of happiness
oh how I hate those teenage girls
those girls who pose and pout and get what they want
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consistent day dreamers
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
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I Hope You Don't Fall Out Of Love With Me
It's hard somedays
When I don't know what you think
When I can't take away your pain
When I'm not your first choice
It's hard somedays
When you don't know how I feel
When you don't realize your actions
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