rayofmemory's Diaryland Diary

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::the stuff dreams are made of::

glitter and razor blades
a mouth full of blood
breathing in icy cold air
freezing my skin
splinters in my veins
screaming against the silence
a tub full of crimson sorrow
a constant drone in the mind
a sickening feeling in the bottom of my stomach
that is full of lies.

10:00 p.m. - 10.19.03

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