I'm a starving artist.
Shoot me.
obsidian

Tattered and Torn Pt. 4 The road was lined with broken glass. She did not know how long she'd last.Tattered and Torn Pt. 4
The knife pierced her left breast. "Yes, I am finally fin..."
ished." She sighed. And then she looked up in surprise. Her skin tore, it was
so fragile yet- that was not what her eyes met.
The dripping caused a bright red stain, and she fell to her knees once again - begging for the pain to end
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khrist
Hope you have lotsa fun
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and we're no longer masochistic. we're just self defeating.
- Sydney - Indonesia - Muse
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