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(All of these were actually taken with my camera phone surprisingly)

FOUR FEET

ELSA

LIPS THAT SPEAK

TREE OF LIFE

SHADOWS FROM THE PAST

THE VAMPIRES WILL NEVER HURT YOU

LIFE IS BETTER SHARED WITH HAND HOLDING

SLEEPING LIKE A BABY

IT WAS A BLUSTERY DAY

SNOW DAY

CREEPY PIC

UNDERWORLD EVOLUTION

Words Speak Louder Than that Knife You Left In My Back….

I don’t think you understand how sharp your words are.

They don’t ever go away either.

There’s nothing you can say to make words like that evaporate.

No way to apologize or cover up for what damage has been caused.

You can cover up the outside of that scar so that others’ don’t see…

But inside it still as deep as ever, like a broken piece of me.

The scary part is that sometimes I’m so used to the pain

That I’ve become numb to the knife that cuts me inside.

And I just let it keep cutting me away.

Until the mirror reflects a battered, bloody figure.

And not enough makeup exists to cover it up.