Copyright Aimmee

Beautiful as a rose falling from the pale lilac sky, lush petals distorting and discoluring into an emaciated lie of itself, rotting into the putrid ground until she is nothing within the empty cavities of her corrding heart and finally she can leave her scarred and abused body, with no more tears, no more blood to let and no more blame to inflict on her mutilated body she is free.


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