

A Knife's ReflectionI remember my first glimpse into its grazed, metallic surface. A glance into a mysterious paradox—an ambiguous, indefinite, obscure reflection of my soul, a ripple in the pool of my spirit, a breath of wind in the dusty corners of my mind—which haunted my dreams, churned my insides, then calmed the seething fires of my volcanic, questioning thoughts. This one, profound moment held a glimpse of my life through a window of impending agony and expected release. My gaze slithered slowly, achingly along the smooth (yet so marred), perfect (yet so flawed) edge of the blade as I gazed solemnly, silently, despairingly through the folds of my core, thA Knife's Reflection
I just saw that you add a picture from our gallery to your favorite... Instead of adding it directly from the club, could you add it directly from the artist ~mayra?
It will be nice from you!
Thanx you!
sorry for my english lol I talk french most the time
~Sheik17
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Woo I have t3h nipples LOL
*thinks of a reason why*
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To be forgotten is worse than death.
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Zena, all grown up
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Prz.
keep up the great work
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Liquid bullets, silent blood, metal tears.
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~hightilidie-stock
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It is not pain you are feeling.
It is your soul tearing you apart.
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Woo I have t3h nipples LOL
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