| Alright, this is where my brain goes -_-;; enter the deadliest part of the site; my thoughts, my poems, my rants and other things. so be horrified of your stay and feel free to critisize and comment on my thoughts and poems, but remember i'm entitled to have my own opinions. The stuff written on these pages are written in order with time; Meaning the last page has the most recent info/poems/rants/thougths/etc. P.S. I drew the bloodrose. On bad days it gets warm and almost sheds its petals in a way that they melt into blood. Now if only they were real.... |
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| blood is red, so are the roses standing still, i am the bloodrose beauty guarded and hidden by thornes cut away and now i froze just as i knew my time would come i'll soon be happy and share with some my last thoughts about reality and how life can't be lived happily. -kate |
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