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Brown eyes, liquid dark, step inside no struggle, just quiet, look around what have you entered. Inside the silence echoes, but you can see the shards all over the ground mirror, shattered, blood pooling around your feet look at your hands. Fingerless stubs stop picking up the pieces? Choices Life choices Liquid brown eyes, they hide laughter is it real, or cold, fake, something to be afraid of?
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
Brandy
Brown eyes, liquid dark, step inside no struggle, just quiet, look around what have you entered. Inside the silence echoes, but you can see the shards all over the ground mirror, shattered, blood pooling around your feet look at your hands. Fingerless stubs stop picking up the pieces? Choices Life choices Liquid brown eyes, they hide laughter is it real, or cold, fake, something to be afraid of?
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
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