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Friday, October 12, 2007

My pride shot.
My mind in pieces.
My lips bleed.
My pocket mirror shattered.
What next..?

Fucker...
I kept on smelling this girly aroma whenever i'm alone. Shampooish kind of smell.
I can see right through my very own reflection. I'm starting to think i'm hallucinating.
Yes i am... And i still taste blood on my lips.
But the scent of girly perfume... All too familliar.

1:05 am
Razzi Stifler