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Jan 28, 2012 19:34:28 GMT -5
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Post by noah on Jan 24, 2012 21:41:12 GMT -5
They say to be who you is, you gotta be who you are. Tonight was black at night. No moon in the sky for that midnight wolf buried inside. That animal was surely always there, ready for prowl. Now with her hair cut short and dressed in black. With the inch of someone completely different some many years ago. Felt the clawing at her skin, she was sure this was who she was suppose to be. To quite being the victim, squirming at her knees and the tears flooding every room. She was fed up being that girl. Somewhere sure with the rock of her head there something that resembled her. With what was left of her red hair, there was a glimpse. As she sat at the bar and crossed her thighs as if she owned her skin. She did. Brutus was but a ringing in her ears. Of course deep down her black heart still rattled for her son. She failed saving him as she killed for him. It was just how things were.
She still hadn't much of a home and that really was ok. As Harlow made her rounds between places. Who was to say she couldn't put her foot anywhere she wanted as she smirked to this little cut off space from others. Was she a little more insane, sure. Felt the echo of laugh in her mind. Who wasn't a little insane? It's sad to say, but this world was much for the wicked than anything else. Felt the restriction of her black corset rather mind settling, she hadn't bothered for the precise tailoring of it. Leaving her body to do most of the filling. Her arms and shoulders bare. A full black skirt with a slit that her leg now popped out of. She was much unleashed had it not been for a certain dark knight. Running her finger over her lips, escaping a short laugh. Helping the possible losing of her mind. In this world at the ready to turn on you, he certainly helped to show her the dark side of light. As her black painted nails grasped her pint. She sure was in for some entertainment to night. As pulled down her black veil just a little. There really no one left that knew who she was or had been. Now was the time to live her life.
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