good to know if i ever need attention all i have to do is die.

[itslate_imup]

maybe it's because i'm only 16 and dreams are made of the type of paper that can be seen through when slanted at a certain angle towards the sun and mottled with tiny rainbow puddles.
you see, it's flawed right from the beginning."this is not an attack." she's there, lying in a small puddle of what looks like blood and smells like raspberry sauce

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[anonymous]

i like it, the ending is stronger than the beginning, sometimes you get too vague with your intermingled descriptions, but i love how you say one word and it brings the reader back to the moment.
emerson

[itslate_imup]

i tend to ramble. what can i say.