Tired Eyes, Expired Skies.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

reincarnation



























I'm pouring salt in my wounds. I'm shedding my skin. No longer will I prey upon myself. Each battle scar is a memory and a lesson, each of which I have promised I will not forget, I will not dismiss them. 
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