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God knows I'vethrown away those graces...
Nov. 12th, 2012 01:20 amShe's manic and laughing and tired and spinning and dancing and singing and crying and screaming all at once.
She's a jumble of noise, of moment of sound and light and wonder.
She's cut herself open, spilling blood on the floor again, smearing it on the walls like paint and she laughing, laughing so hard tears come to her eyes.
She doesn't care, doesn't care that her clothes are stained, that her hair is matted with the stickiness of her blood. She couldn't care less that she's destroyed the room or lot her shoes or stepped in glass or anything.
She's high, higher than she's been inn ages and she can't stop moving, can''t stop laughing, can't stop.
The world is spinning and she's spinning with it and, if she spins fast enough, she'll make something wonderful happen.
She's a jumble of noise, of moment of sound and light and wonder.
She's cut herself open, spilling blood on the floor again, smearing it on the walls like paint and she laughing, laughing so hard tears come to her eyes.
She doesn't care, doesn't care that her clothes are stained, that her hair is matted with the stickiness of her blood. She couldn't care less that she's destroyed the room or lot her shoes or stepped in glass or anything.
She's high, higher than she's been inn ages and she can't stop moving, can''t stop laughing, can't stop.
The world is spinning and she's spinning with it and, if she spins fast enough, she'll make something wonderful happen.