Wonderland

El

London

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  • 21 Aug 2013
    1

    Alone in the Attic Room

    The door is shut so you can’t see the real me, no one needs to see the truth behind the smile.

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  • 21 Aug 2013

    Half Past Who Cares

    Tonight I’m wasting tears over body fat.
    Again.

    The two are probably related.

    Slit my sides

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  • 21 Aug 2013
    1

    Nandos

    The thought of seeing that again terrifies me.

    His bloodshot eyes are no longer a window to the

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  • 21 Aug 2013
    1

    I have very low self esteem

    My stomach is twisted, knotted, deformed and evil.
    I want it to hide, I want it to leave my brain

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  • 21 Aug 2013
    1

    Track Marks

    She's this little old lady
    Just a fucking little of woman. Innocent. Confused. Helpless.

    Yet her

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