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How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

~James Blunt, Tears and Rain [link]

~~~

No more procrastinating. I'm uploading it.

First off, please don't kill me. ._.

Um...I don't know what to say, honestly. I don't wanna ruin it by over explaining it.

But, here we go:

This is what happens when I'm artistically depressed. Also, what would have happened if I'd never ever healed this poor girl. (the world hates her. No, seriously. >.>)

This has been a hard piece for me to let anyone else see. It's been pretty much done for a few weeks, but I haven't been able to bring myself to upload it. (heck, I think I over worked it in my worry) I've been forced to work on this one in school, nightmare of all nightmares, where people look over my shoulder when I draw. I hate that enough when I'm doing frivolous nothings, let alone more personal pieces as such.

When I first did this, I went away for a minute and came back, saw it, and nearly started crying. I feel so bad for her. >.<

These are just various injuries she's acquired from role plays and the like. Time is supposed to heal, but no one gives her that luxury. ._.

~Imp~

15 (c) me
'9' (c) Shane Acker

Description
How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

~James Blunt, Tears and Rain [link]

~~~

No more procrastinating. I'm uploading it.

First off, please don't kill me. ._.

Um...I don't know what to say, honestly. I don't wanna ruin it by over explaining it.

But, here we go:

This is what happens when I'm artistically depressed. Also, what would have happened if I'd never ever healed this poor girl. (the world hates her. No, seriously. >.>)

This has been a hard piece for me to let anyone else see. It's been pretty much done for a few weeks, but I haven't been able to bring myself to upload it. (heck, I think I over worked it in my worry) I've been forced to work on this one in school, nightmare of all nightmares, where people look over my shoulder when I draw. I hate that enough when I'm doing frivolous nothings, let alone more personal pieces as such.

When I first did this, I went away for a minute and came back, saw it, and nearly started crying. I feel so bad for her. >.<

These are just various injuries she's acquired from role plays and the like. Time is supposed to heal, but no one gives her that luxury. ._.

~Imp~

15 (c) me
'9' (c) Shane Acker