You are the girl,
the girl with sunken eyes
the girl whose hair is a mess with no brush
whose life is a mess with no luck
the angel with a black heart that has been stepped on one too many times
you are the girl who has no conscience
but whose mother raised her to be a goddess
but instead she’s here, you’re here
alone, kinda
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
You are the girl,
the girl with sunken eyes
the girl whose hair is a mess with no brush
whose life is a mess with no luck
the angel with a black heart that has been stepped on one too many times
you are the girl who has no conscience
but whose mother raised her to be a goddess
but instead she’s here, you’re here
alone, kinda
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