Skull A Broken Reflection in an Intact Mirror
I stared into her eyes; her irises were a shattered blue that leaked a warm yellow from a tangled grey. They slowly meandered into her cold dark pupils that were so empty. Her pale skin barely breathed as it became more like porcelain everyday. I would like to think she was lost. And as I gazed further into the mirror, the more lost I became.
I'm a work in progress.
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self-hatred:

unbearable—-lightness:

Darling , won’t you kill me? on We Heart It.
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unlovable-bones:

The sun goes down on Flickr, edited by me
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atavus:

Moisés Mahiques - After-head Study LVIII, 2011
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