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I’m not even on drugs. I’m just weird.


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(Source: illestswaaag, via moments-ours-deactivated2014030)

a poem I wrote…

once upon a time, there was a pink crayon. this crayon represented a little girl. bright and happy, she was her own princess in her own fairy tale. meeting the prince was the only thing that she needed to complete

once upon a time, there was a dark blue crayon. this crayon represented the same girl, but five years later. she couldn’t find her prince, or even herself anymore. the colour of that crayon was her life. dark and dreary.

once upon a time, there was grey crayon. this crayon represented the girl later on in life. she still hasn’t met Prince Charming, she still hasn’t found herself. her life became grey. not sleeping or eating, just laying down in the dark all day long. that’s it

once upon a time, there was a black crayon. this crayon represented the girl. except she wasn’t the same girl. she lost her friends, she lost her appetite, she lost her everything. her life was now black. nothing inside at all, it seemed as if she was nothing.

once upon a time, there was a red crayon. this crayon didn’t represent the girl, but it represented the colour on the bathroom floor when her parents found her with an old knife that she found in a drawer. her life was now invisible, and black represented the colour of the dress her mother wore to her funeral.

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