Designer: Manikka
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Some girl's blinking my eyes; some pathetic little stranger is filtering my oxygen, reading my words, and calling them her own. She's back. There's a girl outlined perfectly by my flesh and held together by my bones and I still have no idea who she is..

She seems nice, though..she seems to be beyond hurt, beyond most emotion. Oh and most of all, over love. Who is this girl?? She's nice and she's agreeable and she's so stable it hurts but I don't like her, not one bit! Who is this girl and how did she gain access to my crumbling, fumbling brain? How long is she planning to stay?

I know why she's here, I know what she's up to, but maybe I don't want to be kept sane..then again, maybe she's all the hope I've got..

This is the girl I've subconsciously welcomed in time after time; she's the girl who's taught me so well how to forget. Somebody get her out of this skin and peeled off these bones..
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