no more tears, they will be out to sea soon

waiting

no more

rooms that we fall into

newspaper skin, spiders in my hair

now I'm drowning in the flood I made

why are you trying to steal my thoughts before they come

je deviens un casse-tête

I can't help but think about the way it used to be

you watch me like a ten car highway wreck

I told you I would always hold you back

I'm trying to do too many things at the same time.

somber, sleeping

undressed and unkept

coughing up blood in the morning

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tomorrow is the last day to vote for 'the power of self'...

please vote one last time and you will never have to hear from me again! (maybe)

you have all been wonderful, thank you so much for all the support

love,

just a little something- because i have nothing to post

this is my brain right now

january 1861

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self portrait with the help of emilie martin

this is not the only way in

i'm not for sale anymore

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Thank you everyone for all the votes so far.

You can continue to vote everyday for the next eight days by clicking here...

(I once again apologize for the spam/shameless self promotion, but I sincerely appreciate everyone who has found the time to help me out)

she has a name but I don't have to know

this is only that if you make this that

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please continue to vote for me for the 'power of self'- by clicking here

thank you for all the votes so far : )

who could win a rabbit