Traceneve | Teen Ink


November 1, 2008
By Anonymous

She looked in the cold mirror hardly recognizing herself. She slid her middle fingers below her eyes wiping away any mascara that had begun to run. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself then staring blank into the mirror, she looked at her reflection. She didn't even know who she was anymore but she'd never admit to it. She'd never let anyone know the pain she feels everyday. The drugs and blades shred her life apart.

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on Dec. 6 2020 at 8:56 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

um whats the title mean?

on Nov. 23 2008 at 12:26 am
Hey hannah you are so awesome and i miss you so much and your writing is what make me a better writer i love you