I was but once an innocent girl, Cast to the frozen sinews of my own hell. A lifeless child Naive Trusting. Lost in a wilderness of virgin fields... Simple Carefree days. But deep in that icy pit I morphed Sprouted from an infant lover And blossomed into the women of lust. I found a wanton greed... Sign in to see full entry.
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MOSTLY ART WITH THE DRIZZLE OF PROSE. THE DYING ENDS OF MY SANITY, THE BEGININGNS OF BRUTAL INSANITY. BASICALLY THE LEFTOVERS OF A NORMAL EVERDAY LIFE WHO HAS SEEN THE YEARS THROUGH BLOOD STAINED EYES, NO DIFFERENT TO YOURS.
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