The Art of Losing.A nervous hand ran through her black stringy hair.
Her guts twisted with each tick of the second hand of the clock, which hung lopsided on the near by wall.
Each tick mimicked her heart beat.
He wouldn’t.
Or would he…?
Finger nails lay scattered at her feet.
She could feel her pulse in her throat as if it was trying to escape out of her mouth.
She swallowed.
She took in a profound breathe.
Why do I put trust in people?
Why do I let it get to me?
I’m sure this is all just in my head.
But I can’t compare to her…
Her palms had become clammy
Her anxious fingers tapped on the glass surface.
I’m thinking to far into things
He loves me
At least I think…
Her tongue travelled along her dry lips.
I don’t want to be alone.
I don’t think I could handle going through this again.
Loosing
Worried
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Live, Love, Exsist.
Btw, you got a weird head.
Ta ta.
thats rather sad.
but seeing as you took all that time and effort i thought I best give you the time of day to inform you are a wanker.
As is your friend.
And her boyfriend.
You're childish and pathetic.
I don't care what you think of my mug
or what any of you think of my mug
or if you think i am fat
for you don't know me
never have met me
and have no idea what you are saying.
ta ta fucker.
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Sell the kids for food.
Are you dutch or did you use the translator for that
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My Suitcase: [link]
I made one.
Happy?
If only my freakin computer wasn't wrecked so I could add more of my photos
You added me on model mayhem and through that I found your dA, you have some great photos up so I'll be watching!
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<3 Candy
Thank you for adding me here.
naww sank you.
I need to get motivated
just gotta find something TO motivate me.
you have some amazing shots yourself.
enjoy hearing from you again
x
Kutwijf
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Sell the kids for food.
thanks for the fav!
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<3 Pokémon~
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Open for Commissions! [link]
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