Around every corner is a whore.

Listening to: D.B.R.
Feeling: sorry
~Bombshell diva in a bloodstained dress A face smeared with anger with a trace of distress A heart falling out of an open chest A ribcage smashed, this is sorrow at its best She lays down searching for a breath underneath broken stars that the sky has still kept Pocketed deep with coins and tears a relentless stare she still holds dear Shes forgetting the string tied around her finger Who she is, shes at loss to remember A scarlet gaze into a field of wonder She opens her arms to release sweet thunder The disease has spread, cancer clings to our hearts she says goodbye as she departs~ ^ something from a while ago^ until next time.
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ooo
wonder full
i like the top left pic, by the way
ciao
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