jacquie

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Scarlet RedShe sits alone in a crowded room, with scars you only see on t.v. Nobody cares enough to ask her how she got them.. They just stare like she's some kind of freak. She gets nervous, then lowers her head. / As she starts to shuffle her feet the urge comes back. She had just gotten over it. She scratches at her scabs willing the blood to flow, maybe she is a freak. Looking at all of these people, with their perfections. They don't have scars up and down their arms. They're "normal." / Why'd she start this in the first place? It's no longer something used for an escape.. it's an addiction. She's crowded in an empty room. Voices fill her head telling her to go further. They push. Then they've pushed too far.
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Nov 26, 2011
The Truth WithinThis is Our four letter truth, / it'll never deny Us. / Forever We'll stand ;
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Nov 26, 2011
UntitledI feel safest in your arms. / Constantly finding comfort, / From the race of your heart.
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Nov 26, 2011
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