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Doll Heart posted at 12:38 AM
Consumed by thoughts of potential decay
Skinny and pretty
Somehow, someday
Nothing but flowers
Put in my hair
Smell of rain
Constantly in the air
The perfect life's become an obsession
It grips me tight
It leaves a depression
Endless craving
For love and attention
Peroxide hurts, did I ever mention?
Reinvent myself a little
Each day
Some might say
The "real" me is slipping away
Sleeping away?
Probably.
And till I find the best of me
Immortalised
In flash photography
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 My name is Dyan. I'm currently 19 years old. Delusional story teller + pop culture enthusiast at heart.   I N S T A G R A M
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