tough times and chapped lips.
Monday, September 14, 2009/10:45 PM
Her lips quiver in the hot night. Her eyes anxious and her stride broken. Her facade is fading as her steps become weaker, as her nights become warmer. She begins to realise as she approaches, that his smile didn't catch her heart like it used to. Golden and oh how sweet charm had melted into a malicious, mysterious malovelence.

A want,
no,
A need,
no,
a desperate, unfleeting desire to be craved for and wanted, crawled inside her, threatening with each sliver to eat her alive and take whatever's left of her sanity until she's on her knees, begging for an escape from this manifestation of hell.

ugh. and I lost my creativity. I just needed something else to do other than chemistry.


to you, talk to me.

self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

read my lips.

they're watching.

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