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Traceneve
November 1, 2008
She looked in the cold mirror hardly recognizing herself. She slid her middle fingers below her eyes wiping away any mascara that had begun to run. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself then staring blank into the mirror, she looked at her reflection. She didn't even know who she was anymore but she'd never admit to it. She'd never let anyone know the pain she feels everyday. The drugs and blades shred her life apart.
© Anonymous
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on Nov. 23 2008 at 12:26 am
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]