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What a lie, what a lie, what a god damn lie, this life. This isn't the diary of just a girl, this isn't the diary of the sad. This isn't the diary of the hopeless, forgotten or mad; this is the book of which I've lived and continue to live each day. These are the things that come to mind when I'm locked away. |
Why does my father hurt me?
Why can’t he just let me be?
Why does he take out his anger this way?
Why does my mummy let this happen to me everyday?
Closing my small eyes, to the roof I do scream,
The joy on my fathers face shows with a gleam.
No longer will I be chained as daddys slave,
No, he cannot touch me, as I lay in my small grave.
Reblog if you are strongely against child abuse.
I don’t care about unicorns, spongebob or peoples eyes and that boy is never going to love you, you frigid bitch.
Cool Christmas lights in Canterbury, iso 200 i think.
One of the stupid piercings i have.
50 URB
just gonna bombbard you with some pictures of me.
i want a bloc party quote on my bedroom room wall, that’s my next goal.
my dutty cat.
SHIT MAN GIMME DAT PRETZEL
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The fir trees are definitely the best and that moon looks shit.
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Chest pieces, hot shit.
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