I've become a girl of logic now, of black and white. I've met a broken soul, I've tasted the sunshine of a purgatory. I'm not the same anymore.
I've talked to a folklore, a torn story. I carry it in my anatomy now. I've to tell this tale. I sit next to the carcass of my soul and write my... Read more
I've become a girl of logic now, of black and white. I've met a broken soul, I've tasted the sunshine of a purgatory. I'm not the same anymore.
I've talked to a folklore, a torn story. I carry it in my anatomy now. I've to tell this tale. I sit next to the carcass of my soul and write my stories. I'll write to this world a dark, naked novel soon.
I've sold off my innocence at a thrift shop for a dollar last summer. I'm fiction, I'm made up of people's lies and hand-me-down sagas.
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