she used to sit in the rain and sing
songs she never learned the words to
so that she wouldn’t have to hear herself think.
she pinched cigarettes until they tumbled apart in her fingers,
glowing ashes drifting down from her lips onto the sidewalk
like snow.
she hadn’t grown taller,
or fatter or thinner,
but when there was a breeze
she couldn’t help but sway.
she was afraid of looking in the mirror
and finding him there, smiling holily
for her.
sometimes she could bring herself to sit at the vanity
and face the glass with eyes half closed.
sometimes there was too much light to risk it.
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Ninjas never go down easy. Especially the l33t ones.
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~Create the settting, create the characters, then let them do the work~
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~Create the settting, create the characters, then let them do the work~
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~Create the settting, create the characters, then let them do the work~
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~Create the settting, create the characters, then let them do the work~
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Life is funny. Especially if you're as creepy and perverted as I am
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