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FairytaleHer life is like a deranged fairytale, where the princess is too busy rescuing her captors to realise she's falling and her fairy godmother is on crack. In this tale, Prince Charming has his own, complicated web of secrets and flaws. In this tale, our princess runs free from her tower, but remains captive to the prison of her mind. In this tale, chivalry lies in a grave with sanity.Fairytale
This girl is cold. A princess, yes, but always alone. Even now as she tears at the fraying thread that tethers her thoughts to reality she remains sewn to the blank walls behind her twisted, distorted logics. Though nothing physically prevents her escape sh
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CarouselI can no longer feel the grit of sand in my toes; I can no longer feel the sharp, chill waves at my legs. Numbness has taken me into its icy embrace. I clutch tighter at my black woollen jacket, wishing I had worn something other than a flimsy skirt, yet thanking the sensible portion of my brain that made me rip my jacket from its hook as I stormed out the door earlier this morning.Carousel
I was standing there, on the sand I couldn’t feel between my frozen toes, looking out across the August sunrise that felt like winter, gazing at the deep oranges, yellows and hints of red that drenched the shoreline with what seemed like fire-lig
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we broke our mirrorsI moved away for multiple reasons, but the one that shocks people the most is my desire to spiral further and finally hit rock bottom. I figure, hey, I've tried to stop, I've tried to recover, but it's too many goddamn problems and maybe I'm one of those people who has to bottom out before they can really get better. It's a long trip down to the ground, like leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down. Might as well get as bad you can, and hopeless and drugged up and spun out while you in the snake pit.we broke our mirrors
So I did. It was the first week and I was wired. I was great big walking earthquake,and my eyes were red and my lips weren'
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- Current Residence: Germany(im English though)
- Interests: Performing arts-snowboarding-photography
- Favourite movie: Practical Magic
- Favourite band or musician: Daisy chainsaw + Queen Adreena
- Favourite genre of music: Metal(death metal, thrash metal, black metal, speed metal..)
- Favourite artist: Victoria Frances
- Favourite poet or writer: Garth Nix
- MP3 player of choice: My trusty little white brick ^^ (It ain't an Ipod)
- Favourite game: Pokemon (Yes, I am of that generation...)
- Favourite gaming platform: SNES! (super nintendo entertainment system! old school...)
- Email: Virtue.Or.Sin@hotmail.com
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Yet everything is. So everything is truth.
=Self-Injury-Club
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