04.20.08
These frost-bitten eyes show you your reflection
But all they'll let you see are your imperfections
The tears on these cheeks are your escaping ambitions
And this wind blown hair offers no forgiveness
This mind has closed; no words can penetrate it
About Me
- ×Kristy-n×
- I love to write, although I am erratic about it and my style isn't really... well flattering. I also really love art, especially inking, graphite, and conté. All black and whites... maybe that says a little about me. I am also really into cosmetology, but recognize that it isn't a realistic career choice. I am an equestrian, with 2 fabulous horses. I also play rugby... In a way I'm a little contradiction just by myself. I guess I don't make much sense.
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