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annabellascarano
annabellascarano
NY Words are the most beautiful art. / / / I'm kinda new at this.
I have twisted mind, my souls bent out of shape. I’m reaching out, screaming but it’s much too late The demons mind’s made up, there’s no turning back My bags have been packed and my shoes are laced up I don’t want this I don’t but the benefits I reap Are too much and that I don’t wish to cease Shut my mouth walk right on by The scale is where my mind lies Holding out on this is all that I know A size 1 will not do at all The demon lies in me she knows what she wants And like it or not she’ll get it all in time For my body, life, soul are all that’s at risk She needs what she takes and I need what she gives.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
In a Twisted Mind
I used to smile and read all the notes The world was so bright I knew of no ghosts You looked over me whispered You're one in a million They way we both shined, it was too brilliant Something went wrong a miscommunication You refused to see past a few complications I stood there alone realizing you were long gone I tried to believe that I didn't have it all wrong, That I could live in a world of dress-up and daydreams When I woke up you'd stand beside me, But fairytales don't really exist and waking up hurts I'm not a child anymore so you did your worst After digging through the rubble trying to salvage myself I found no reminisce of you but the scars.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
How to Survive
I guess I'm a bit Cynical, but who wouldn't be? I've been shamed for he made me bleed Open I was, merely a child Love was so potent, how could it be vial? I placed my heart in your hand walls broken down You put it with your others didn't know a smile meant a frown. So I'm a bit Cynical, but who wouldn't be? It's hard to be happy with nothing left of me.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Child's Play