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caged mind screaming trapped

I am the screaming girl. She is me, I am her. We are one. 

I'm trapped in a world of forged security, haunted by my mistakes and tied down by the lies I've told. The story of my life is told so vaguely in these short words. See if you can figure me out.

Each action is an emotion, each description represents something entirely different. A puzzle of the mind, a representation. 

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The Screaming Mind
Fri, Nov 18, 2011

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The Screaming Mind
Fri, Nov 18, 2011

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Unexpected love

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