There’s a death in my brain. A rottenness in my heart. I walk beneath bright lights and feel the decay seeping into the atmosphere. And yet people look at me. 219 more words
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WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU’D BE WHEN YOU GREW UP?
When I was little, I wanted to be a costume designer for film. Mostly due to my obsession with the Star Wars Prequels and their gorgeous costumes. 67 more words