| And so the waiting begins again. |


5 a.m. kidnappingWithered, gray fingers crawl out of the darkness. Little black flowers sprount along the dead hands. My changingcolors eyes are heavy. I'm so tired. The personless fingertips fingerkiss my pale skin and I shiver away from them, drawing my blue patterned blanket tighter around me as I lie on my unbunked bunk bed. It used to be my brother's, before the divorce. It's so cold. The inky sky lingers, sucking at the light of the earth. Ugly stars stare at me, pointing, and whispering to each other, "That's her - the mirror girl." How do they see me? I'm choking on the night. I remember a History5 a.m. kidnapping
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I take requests and commisions.
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Comment my gallery, Hmmm?
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I take requests and commisions.
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Comment my gallery, Hmmm?
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I take requests and commisions.
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Comment my gallery, Hmmm?
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You open your mouth like an asthma attack, you repeat: if all that you take from this is courage, then i've no regrets.
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I take requests and commisions.
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Comment my gallery, Hmmm?
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