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unattainable deathA little girl sits on her bed alone, hours of tears frozen on her face. Candles flickering throughout her bedroom, she unsteadily grasps the scissors. Slowly she presses into her wrists and then presses harder. She moves back and forth with a sawing motion. Frustration mounts up inside of her because the blades are too dull. She numbly stumbles over to her desk and pulls out her thumbtacks. She picks them up and begins shoving them into her skin. She frowns; the wounds are too small. Quietly she turns her head and notices the shoelace. Not quite a rope, but it would do. But no, her conscious speaks to her, your life is too valuable. And yet hunattainable death


--Alone--You’re worthless. Ugly. Useless. Stupid. No one loves you and no one ever will. Tears welled up in her hollow eyes and cascaded down her lovely face. She was a young girl- a girl of 17. Why were things like this? Why must she suffer so much pain? There could be no one who suffered more than her. She began thinking through the events of the day. To start with, her alarm clock failed to wake her and her brother had stolen the bathroom by the time she awoke. She spent the next 10 minutes picking out what she should wear. She glanced at the mirror and determined she would eat no more than one meal that day. She wore a size three, but--Alone--


shackledIn basement of mindshackled
Hides the darkness you can't find The thoughts that swarm inside my head Plague my mind, I wish I were dead But I can hear their whispers, I can hear their hate At night while I lay in bed at an hour so late
God save my tormented mind They're all around me God they remind me of what's behind Throw my thoughts into the sea
I feel them breathing down my neck They turn me into a crying wreck I'm just shackled to my fears The thoughts and times of past years I try to pray, I try to squirm But they stay in my mind like a par


-delicate escape- “Why don’t you eat your pancakes, Mackenzi?” questioned Ms. Macintosh in that sort-of-worried-sort-of-annoyed sort of voice. Mackenzi forced another bite down and got up to rinse her plate.-delicate escape-
“Thanks, mom” Mackenzi droned and went back upstairs to ‘finish getting ready’. She really just went up there so that she could be perfect; she made that porcelain her shrine. She hardly ever ate, but when she did she just found that porcelain and released it all into that bowl. The stomach acid burned her throat but she didn’t care, she had to do whatever it took
This is your clone.
Jesus, Skillet, and other grand things,
J'F
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"You will never have real mercy for the failings of another until you know and realize that you have the same failings in your soul."
-Bernard of Clairvaux
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Thank you for this bitter knowledge / guardian angels that leave me stranded / can't be trusted with feathers so hollow / heaven's invention, steel-eyed vampires of love.
Merry Christmas!
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bye
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i wouldn't let myself live without a purpose and i know God wouldn't either.
-awesome people-
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