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He said I was beautiful

But unhappy.

I said I was secretly

VICIOUS

And in every random blink

I had a random thought

Of something beautiful

Or something equally

MORBID





I can't be who you want me to be

Because I change all too often



I think blood is beautiful

And why not?



It courses through our veins

It keeps us alive

It saturates us with love

And it's color signifies SO much



I like rain dancing to my trance music

And the vampire books I read at night

I like to think I saw a ghost yesterday

Or heard something un-natural in my sleep.



I like when make-up looks like a work of art

And clothing tells a story

I like to think a vampire may love me

Or that there are things unseen.



He said I was beautiful

but unhappy.

I said I was

INSANE.