The girl who smoked. The girl who drank. The girl who ran away from all of her problems, dressed in black with her middle finger thrown to the sky. But only with a bible tucked in her leather jacket, a cross in her boots, and a holy worship in her heart.
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a collection of deep thoughts
Poetry☻swimming under the midnight rain☻ Simply pages of thoughts, feelings, ideas, spilled out into words. To get out before I go mad.
