I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman ... Life is not rational; it is just mad and full of pain. Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. You are a sexual angel, but you're an angel just the same. You are a narcissist. That is the raison d'etre of the journal. Journal writing is a disease. But it's all right. It's very interesting. - Anais Nin
The Satan of me is the darkness of my layers can be
and see my blood stain on my gracious white dress
Smell the white lily decorates my treasure box
It is I, who carve your door with my poisoned dagger
Can u find my shadow?
It lingers within your sins
My tears fall
Beautifully on your scars
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posted by oengoemeloeloe at 3:15 AM
I'm a fountain of blood in a shape of a girl. My life is a poetry and my world is writing.
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