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Stitch by stitch , closing the windows of soul , to block out the images of the world. So sick of seeing what beauty is to some , and agony to most. Beauty is tragedy , tragedy is my beauty , my pain , and agony. The ghosts' of my past haunting my every step , yet I still can not elude them , they are there to keep my pain close to my hollow heart.
My tears are nothing more than ice now , I stopped feeling things long ago , except for pain and agony , my two closest friends , and my beauty hides it all.