EraserDream you.
Find you.
Taste you.
Fuck you.
Use you.
Scar you.
Break you.
Lose me.
Hate me.
Smash me.
Erase me.
Kill me.
~DearMargot
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BeautyI wish I could make you proud by being beautiful, then everything would be okay. Get out of these black clothes and black hair I'd have the kind of beauty that it wouldn't matter what I say Forget about what lies inside, it's the outside that I should really care. I'd be the daughter that you would be proud of, I'm not smart now and wouldn't be then But at least I'd be nice and thin. I'd wear pretty clothes and be designer But if I did that now, I really wouldn't matter. They say beauty is a curse, but that's hard to understand when you look like me My beauty rated on a scale oBeauty
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My HandsMy hands. If someone were to ask me what I liked about my body my hands would never cross my mind. They are the most hideous parts of my body. The lines that were engraved throughout time carry memories of struggle rather then happiness. I unfortunately inherited the Italian hair gene meaning dark hair and lots of it therefore the stubs of my fingers leading to my finger tips are harvesting an abundance of hair. However none of these are the reasons why I despise my hands so greatly. I have the proverbial fingernail biting habit although it also involves the tissue surrounding my nails as well. I starMy Hands
by ~DearMargot
CancerThe pain in her stomach was unbearable A sharp, stabbing like pain echoed throughout her body. She sat there, holding her stomach, waiting, watching but not praying.... It's night and the only source of light was the ghostly full moon. The window was wide open, so you could just barely make out what was surrounding you. She looked down at her bare feet and saw nothing but the shadow of her own blood dripping to the floor. Her white night gown drenched in warmth and blood. However her warmth slowly disappeared just as the pain in her stomach grew. Her skin began to turn from an angel glowing pale, to the nighttimeCancer
by ~DearMargot
HeartI am weak. Barely beating. I have lost my colour, my ruby red. I no longer function with the rest of my surroundings. I hang, in a coma in this cage of vines, liquid and stone. What have I become? A rotting carcass on the side of the road. I am roadkill. My intentions were to find the true meaning of happiness not the real feelings of hurt. I feel every bit of hurt and every bit of pain. It rushes into me like wind into a pile of freshly raked leaves. I am scattered everywhere, my veins swollen and protruding out of me. I have lost all power to live and fight. I hanHeart
by ~DearMargot
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you don't love me, you love the person you think i am
a poster board pinup for you to love.
you don't hate me, you hate the person you think i am
a poster board pinup for you to hate.
Sorry I’m late with the thanks…..Cheers for popping in and watching my page sweety – much appreciated. Keep in touch.
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your work is amazing and inpsiring so I should be thanking you...thank you! lol
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You rock!
Lisa x
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Between the conception and the creation
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Also please check out my stock account on Deviant Art.
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