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| Writing. I use it to describe thoughts I have in my head, feelings I have, or just plain random things. |


perfectionism what i noticed about her the first timeperfectionism by ~Mollystars
we met
was that she was absolutely perfect
her eyes embraced a pure white colour
highlighted by black pupils
her hair was pure black
falling like little tar rivers streaming along pale skin
her lips were red
completely torn by biting
cutting them
they were bloodred contrasting against a pale face
her cheekbones set out only covered by pale skin
i could see a building
constructed of skin and bones
her ribs were blue
stuck out in several places
her collarbone was angled
the wrong way
her legs were full of red and blue marks
nail marks
needle marks
the poison still hanging on them


dissolvent keeping me sanedissolvent by ~Mollystars
efforts made in vain
like being held on a chain
travelling from vein to vein
they'll fucking close me in they'll say i'm an addict they'll say i'm hopelessy detached
from reality they'll want me back into their fucked up society
they'll tear down all the walls and they won't ever leave me alone again
i will be nothing but a mechanism of society that can surely be missed i was never needed
anyway they wouldn't want mentally unstable solvent addicted nutcases
you're fucking sick and disgusting you know that? i've been addicted to you for two years and you never ever set me free let me go or anything
you're everywhere