I should asking you to help me.In and out it’s normally the same. Having the feel the loneliness.Having to feel that b i t t e r feeling within y o u. They ask me to reframe my thoughts, the glass is half full, right?It’s a bit hard to frame when treated only but like fecal matter from a cow. Treated like a child who doesn’t love you.I do, don’t worry. But it just sometimes slip for when I say I hate you.But I can’t help it though. You make me feel this way time and time again. And for once, I want you to have that will power.That urge.That N E E D. To finally say sorry. To finally say it to me without asking. I want you to fina
Snow Flakes (Doll Centric)White lips, pale faceBreathing in snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight’s gone, day’s endStruggling to pay rentLong nights, strange menOh sad, poor Amelia, almost like Alice, stuck in a unforgiving place called Wonderland. Her youth forever young as she never grows old… or so it seems as she stays the youngest of the group. She stays like this only because she’s like the princess of the group. She’s the star so to speak. The star of the group and the princess. The princess of the group is a rather hard possession to keep in the circus at a young age. Would you want to keep it, Amelia? Wouldn’t you
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