Tue, 08/19/2014 - 12:38 -- mrudsg

Behind the smoke I beg for it to be a high

The mirrors show a pageant queen, doe eyes, a glimmering smile

But with all the pompous in the world, I could never be, she

I am crumbling

A lack of everything on earth has led me to concave

All I desire, is to have reality to be my nightmare

And my fantasies to be tangible

I am emotionless



After you smudge away my face



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