Witty Profiles
Clothes, unworn,
scattered on the floor.
A silver lock, helped close the door.
Do you hear the screams? They’re coming
from the top drawer.
The mirror, clouded with dust, splatters of
hairspray, powder.
Her music so loud, she’ll have to scream
louder.
Old toys covered in dust, untouched,
unloved.
Once came to life, now their colours faded from
the light.
Will she survive? This war?
She might.
But it’s clouded.
Unsure, if she’ll make it through the
night.
By me.
4 faves · 7 comments · Nov 25, 2013 12:35pm
gray22
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1 decade ago
thank you so much this means so much awwh <3333
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BulletproofLove
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1 decade ago
Wow. This is just...wow. Be proud of yourself my dear :)
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gray22
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1 decade ago
thank you omfg this has made my day ily omg <33333333333333333
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BulletproofLove
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1 decade ago
Don't let anyone else take credit for this! Aw, I'm glad it's made your day:) we haven't spoke on here for ageees, I bet you don't even remember me aha:D xxx
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gray22
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1 decade ago
ofcourse i remember you! and hehe i'll try not to let anyone take credit for it? xD
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BulletproofLove
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1 decade ago
Aw good:D loved our conversations aha! So how're you at the minute...? :)
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requestedroses · 1 decade ago
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this is beautiful