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Her body is the color of the reddest roses, Cheeks shimmer with the brightest of highlighters, Eyes flooded with the thickest blood, "I am what I am," I am RM I am the red roses & thorned vines fused "If you look at me in the face, Do you think that you can find you? Do you think that what I have in me, Is what you hold in you?" Imperfections painted on the walls of a thousands cells in my library, A mural with demons & angels, Even though the borders of my enchanted forests screams hell.... Living I'm alive, I'm breathing better aren't I? She's doing good in life, But she knows she'll live 5 times, Because 5 is the magic number, Entities in 4 different colors.... Her face is painted with makeup, It's an illusion to the face, that she wakes up with, All of my good and happy moments , That have failed to exist, Can't you see it ? Her eyes shows what she has seen, Her feet shows where she has gone, Her hands shows what she has created, A monster living in a world not so sacred, On the run, she's on the run, In the night , She's on the run... This is her description..
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
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Her body is the color of the reddest roses, Cheeks shimmer with the brightest of highlighters, Eyes flooded with the thickest blood, "I am what I am," I am RM I am the red roses & thorned vines fused "If you look at me in the face, Do you think that you can find you? Do you think that what I have in me, Is what you hold in you?" Imperfections painted on the walls of a thousands cells in my library, A mural with demons & angels, Even though the borders of my enchanted forests screams hell.... Living I'm alive, I'm breathing better aren't I? She's doing good in life, But she knows she'll live 5 times, Because 5 is the magic number, Entities in 4 different colors.... Her face is painted with makeup, It's an illusion to the face, that she wakes up with, All of my good and happy moments , That have failed to exist, Can't you see it ? Her eyes shows what she has seen, Her feet shows where she has gone, Her hands shows what she has created, A monster living in a world not so sacred, On the run, she's on the run, In the night , She's on the run... This is her description..
reine-monroe
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
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