Sliced the wrist pulling back from the mirror today. Shattered by your memories. Inplanted in the mind long forgetten a knotch upon your trophy case. Was it fun? And was I pretty? For the moment before you walked away... A petal falls, a life is fading Sweetest crimson- friend of mine has returned once again with a smile. This is my softest (vonerable) natured. Withered Beauty.
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