I slept with the word worthless.
I danced freely in the shadows of lust.
I drank from the cup of greed.
I shot a bullet through the face of regret.
I kissed the surface of my own skin.
I began to feel beautiful again.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
I slept with the word worthless.
I danced freely in the shadows of lust.
I drank from the cup of greed.
I shot a bullet through the face of regret.
I kissed the surface of my own skin.
I began to feel beautiful again.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-
