You can't really do anything about it. She's still awestruck by bloody, messy, fucked up chaos.
(It's cute that way.)
Somewhere in the daylight, that bloodstained princess grinned at me and I was tumbling down the rabbit hole.
(I'm screwed anyway.)
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Fancy Words
Poetry» I try to be friends with both my A N G E L S and M O N S T E R S « Oh, all these words swimming in my head. *Previously titled "The Poems In My Head".
