Today I don't feel quite right. Yesterday was similar, as was the day before. I have my trinkets and toys surrounding me. My jewellery, porcelain and mirrors. I'm like the insecurity in the middle of the most secure beautiful things in the world. My little lamp makes everything look so much prettier, just that little glow that they need. My black hair, and white face must seem ghost like to these cutsie things.
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