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untitledthey sit across the room from one another. silence stretches in between them one not finding the words one whose mind is slipping. a generation fills the gap. with every second that passes minds wander. one unknown one to a childhood filled with admiration for the man facing her. to summer evenings on a swing in the backyard playing with the dog. to accepting pennies for an old bubble-gum machine just to get a red one. to spinning quarters on restaurant tabletops seeing whose would last the longest. to eagerly searching for his face everywhere she went.untitled
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dress of memoriesshe carefully puts on her makeup until her face is angelic, perfect and flawless her lips blood red. she curls her hair and pins it into a delicate crown surrounding her head her hair soft as silk. she clasps the necklace with fingers as cold as death her throat choked by diamonds. she slips her feet into heels poised to dance. finally, she places the dress upon her her skin pale against the ebony. and she looks into the mirror. a girl of indescribable beauty gazes back into her soul as silent tears begin to falldress of memories
by ~scribbler-of-dreams
inside a teenage lifefragile hearts never learn from the past promises are made but never last the same scenes play over again and again in the land where the time never stops and never beginsinside a teenage life
they're chained and shackled by the very lies that they've made trapped in a a twisted, morbid ballet trying to remember what was before if there was something, anything more this is what it's like, inside a teenage life
their souls slowly realize as for their captors they wait the dance isn't controlled by them but by fate the captors are like smoke, their faces unclear they reach out to
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I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken && that could brighten your day even if she couldn’t brighten her own.
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