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My Prom Queen
Still alone in your room Staring at a blank tv screen For it to reflect your image Waiting as the time passes by Remembering the words Picture perfect Picture perfect Piture perfect
WWSSWW (May 27th, 2010 7:42 am)
I sat in the pale green light nearly disappearing into myself.
Circle
The rope tore against my skin like tiny hooks dug into my flesh, peeling back revealing yellowed paper bone,
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