A cross to bare

18 Sep 2005

·Elle

Hopelessly eccentric, she gets lost in a world that she fabricated for herself. How exalted she is here! Wearing a crown made from teardrops, blood and breath. Sovereign suicide and then her mind died. Satanically every last thought creeps into the darkness and becomes… Nothing. She awakes gagging on the ecstasy of reality.

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