Sunday, September 18, 2011

Porcelin

At night i wonder why the angels haven't called. Do i surrender my soul to them all? Without him what am I? Just a broken doll, like shattered porcelin crushed against cement walls. Amazing that he could see through the mask and find all my flaws. To small to matter but big enough to cut me and once i fall ,U can't get up so watch my suffer in awe.

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