The Gothic Princess
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She takes a drag of a cigarette, black lipstick leaves a stain. Sitting alone at the bar once again. Maybe the tattoos scared people off, tainting her porcelain white skin.
Hell, if only they could see what was under the dress. A glass of red wine, an ashtray, and a half empty pack of cigarettes line the bench in front of her.
24 - NB - Artist and Musician - Hella weird - Send me starters
I make depressive ambient music, sound like something you dig? Check it out below.
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I am very fickle. I'll probably disappear at some point or another. If we were RPing at some time previously and I have left you hanging, and you see me online, just message me. I like things being fresh.
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