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Her Masterpiece Is Her Story Part Three

It's an addiction. She craves the friction. The brush against the canvas, The blood scented, crimson kiss. This girl has nightmares every night, She does sad things out of your sight. She'll have moments where she feels okay, But then she realizes the feeling does not stay. This girl is chasing a never ending road. She's holding onto love and won't let go. And it's making her go crazy. Her vision of what's real is getting hazy. This girl loves theatre why you ask? Because there she's SUPPOSED to put on a mask. There she can be someone that she's certainly not. There she can pretend to be anything she wants. The girl doesn't understand a thing anymore. She is feeling like a complete attention whore. Isn't she that, though? Maybe she isn't really her only foe... But she is, really she commits a crime of hate. How much she hates herself there is no debate. She can't even explain it to anyone and that's okay, Because no one would know what to say back anyway. She thought she was lucky and she thought she was blessed. Really her faith is just being put to the tragic test. She thinks that possibly she's failing like always. It is just like any other of her days. People say she's enough but her mind is her biggest critic. She just wishes someone would come along and get it. Like he did the boy that went away. The boy that's scars were starting to fade. The best friend of this girl? Yeah, she's in her own horrific world. Falling apart at the seams. While her own best friend lives in her dreams. The artist has fallen off the edge. She's been pushed past the ledge. And no one is there to pull her up. This would be just her luck. What's the world? oh yeah, relapse. This girl felt like she was about to collapse. Drown under her brain's commands. Fall down because of her demon's demands. She's an artist with crazy dreams, that happens to be falling apart at the seams. She has no cause for her pain. All she knows is what's in her brain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 11/5/2016 9:12:00 PM
All I can say is... thank you.
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Date: 11/5/2016 9:11:00 PM
All I can say is... thank you
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Date: 7/19/2013 10:29:00 PM
Ps., I Am Going To Favour This Soulfelt Treasure As Also Your Priceless Beauty *
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Date: 7/19/2013 10:27:00 PM
Madison Marie, What A Beautiful Name ˜ "Unless One Hates Even Themselves, Then They Are Not Worthy Of ME." ˜ It's Got To Be A Fleshly Matter If Not Beyound ? First I Shall Say That I Love Your Beauty's Gripping As Beautiful Poem. Second, This Fire In Trials These Flames Which Carve Our Heart's Personally, I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way Knowing As Trusting, 'The Potter's Love!' ˜ A Diamond Amid The Press And I Guess, They Call It 'Faith ˜ Love, John
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Madison Marie
Date: 10/30/2013 7:22:00 PM
Thank you so much, John. Means a lot.

Book: Shattered Sighs