Dolls are such frail things. One small shove and they crack. What's to protect those porclean hearts from shattering to pieces? No amount of safety nets will stop this fall.
So many thoughts never published. Some ideas are just too personal
The words flow without regret, each a slicing blur of hurt. Keep the heart close, but keep the pride closer. <br/>Source: ivoryannalise
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
Dolls are such frail things. One small shove and they crack. What's to protect those porclean hearts from shattering to pieces? No amount of safety nets will stop this fall.
So many thoughts never published. Some ideas are just too personal
The words flow without regret, each a slicing blur of hurt. Keep the heart close, but keep the pride closer. <br/>Source: ivoryannalise
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?