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rachel-louise
American Well, hello there. :) / My name's Rachel. What's yours? / I took up writing as a way to express my feelings as I'm dealing with depression, anxiety, self hurt, anorexia, and so on. / So a lot of my writing has deeper meaning as to my struggle with these issues. / See if you can figure me out.
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She lurks in the darkness, waiting; Watching with an evil glare, hating. She waits for the perfect time to strike, Magnifying everything I don't like. It starts with a frown, a sad little moan. As I fret each imperfection I've grown. She hears my cries, laughs in delight. Now is where we begin the fight. She tears my flesh, claws my veins. Though no one will hear my pain. She laughs louder, as the blood flows faster and my tears fall, like an April shower. She thrives off my pain, though no one can see The kind of pain she's throwing me. She's a monster, a demon. But the pain won't stop. I call her my reflection. I call her, Unbeautiful.
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 5:46 PM UTC
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She lurks in the darkness, waiting; Watching with an evil glare, hating. She waits for the perfect time to strike, Magnifying everything I don't like. It starts with a frown, a sad little moan. As I fret each imperfection I've grown. She hears my cries, laughs in delight. Now is where we begin the fight. She tears my flesh, claws my veins. Though no one will hear my pain. She laughs louder, as the blood flows faster and my tears fall, like an April shower. She thrives off my pain, though no one can see The kind of pain she's throwing me. She's a monster, a demon. But the pain won't stop. I call her my reflection. I call her, Unbeautiful.
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