Them.

ThornThere was a mirror O, how fabulous it was I would look at my reflection To forget who I wasThorn
I'm sleeping in the fragments Pricked and torn by glass Crying crimson rivers I never stood a chance
I can't save me from myself.
There was a rose bush O, how red those roses bloomed I'd stare at them for hours Looking at the twilight dew
Now I take those razors Those thorns upon the vine And cut below the chin - to save some time
Someone save me from myself.
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~Pararoms and romanticas~
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~Pararoms and romanticas~
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I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
-- Michelangelo
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Life is easy; it's dying that's hard.
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I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
-- Michelangelo
10x a lot for the
Lots Of Love
Anastasia
xx
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Use yourself as a weapon against your enemies!
It was a beautiful photo.
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