(Descending down my frozen staircase...)
(Come with me....?)
(Walk a while with me...I dare you)
"And I'd wish my life away to have you.."
No..?
This is the part where insanity becomes beautiful ; where suicide becomes the past ; where my wounds are made old,and the windowsill calls.
Darkness is my spiral mind
~(Dancing where the brave dare not walk)~
..~*~..Dear Diary..~*~..

o1..[
July Rain]
o2..[Augusts Tears]
o3..[What September Knew]
Descending....
..~*~..Broken Roses..~*~..
(((Lies)))
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