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I'm a mess of insecurities;

Attention starved with a narcissistic twist.

Created on 2005-07-23 13:05:39 (#7815199), last updated 2006-10-01

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Name:	sarah's gonna run away.
Birthdate:	04-28
Location:	Milford, New Jersey, United States
Website:	PleaseStopLying.

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I like loud music and quiet people; complete chaos and utter tranquility; Screaming and Silence.

Sarah Marie. Sixteen. Milford, New Jersey.
snakebite piercings, a septum piercing and a monroe piercing, and another lip piercing on the right side.
The Number Twelve Looks Like You; An Albatross; and The Blood Brothers.
Narcissistic and lamer than fuck.
Loves friends&grammar&straws.
Hates you.
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Her cosmetic case is dumped out on the floor. Among the shards of color are twisted chains and settings, gold and platinum. She says, "I tried to break the biggest ones," and she coughs into her hand. "The rest I tried to chew," she says, and coughs until her palm is filled with blood and slivers of white.
Next to the cosmetic case is a spilled bottle of liquid drain cleaner, the spill a green puddle around it.
Her teeth are shattered, bloody gaps, and pits show inside her mouth. She puts her face against the gray window. Her breath fogging the glass, her bloody hand goes to the side of her skirt.
She swallows, blood and shattered diamonds and teeth, and makes a terrible wrinkled face. Her hands clutch her stomach, and she leans on the steel cabinet, the gray window. Blood and condensation run down from the little window.
With one shaking hand, she snaps open her purse and takes out a lipstick. She touches it around her lips and the pink lipstick comes away smeared with blood.
She says she's unplugged the cryogenic unit. Disconnected the alarm backup batteries.
She wants it to end here. The loneliness. She wants to destroy all of the jewels that people think will save them. All the residue that outlasts the talent and intelligence and beauty. All the decorative junk left behind by real accomplishment and success. She wants to destroy all the lovely parasites that outlive their human hosts.
The purse drops out of her hands. On the floor, the gray rock rolls out of the purse.
She belches. She takes a tissue from her purse and cups it under her mouth and spits our blood and bile and broken emeralds. Flashing inside her mouth, stuck in the shredded meat of her gums are jagged pink sapphires and shattered orange beryls. Lodged in the roof of her mouth are fragments of purple spinels. Sunk in her tongue are shards of black diamond.

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