Blank pages
Dangerously white
Unblemished in any way
Free of sin; begotten gain.
But then again
Forgotten all the same
Pureness is Blankness
And in the end
All innocence earns you
In a place in the back of the bookcase
Forgotten, and buried.
Alive yet dead.
And in the end
It almost seems a bit trivial
Weather or not to be stained
and treated; paid attention to..
Then to be pure, and white, useful
and be thrown away.
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Persephone Cosplayer
[ 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 / TOR ] - engaged
This is my face, I guess.
Tired.
People suck.
I don't dissociate enough for this s**t.
Where'd I go?
[ A galaxy far far away ]
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