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She doesn’t feel at home in her own home because she’s not home grown. Artificial as a plastic flower that you buy in a store, instead of taking the time to plant it your self. She conceals herself in a white room, with depression and a razor. Because the somatic pain ceases the pain her mind endures. A need to bleed, just to know she’s alive.
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
Artificial
She doesn’t feel at home in her own home because she’s not home grown. Artificial as a plastic flower that you buy in a store, instead of taking the time to plant it your self. She conceals herself in a white room, with depression and a razor. Because the somatic pain ceases the pain her mind endures. A need to bleed, just to know she’s alive.
aleena-warren
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
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