sharp sparkles glitter the room in reds. lines of white and pink tangle on her milky skin. she finds virgin skin skin yet untouched not yet scratched with secrets. foreceful hate digging deeper in skin pain surfaces empowering even the strongest. she does not like to hide behind a sheild of 1000 lies but it has become home to her. no one knows therefore no one can help. looking at the crystal moon breaking into a thousand pieces reminding her of life. unexpected. crashing down one by one more weapons to pierce her heart through her arm.Birth sign: Cancer
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