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Sep 2013
The pain like cuts deep into my soul,
Release a bliss,
An ecstasy,
The pain like deep cuts of a razor blade,
The blood running over like an eclips of bliss and pleasure,
Why does pain have to give pleasure and yet take so much,
Devoid of feeling I'm left hopeless the pain is the last thing I hold onto,
Like the cuts of a razor
A ladder further into
Insanity
The pain like deeps cuts into my soul,
Release a bliss
An ecstasy.
pookie
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pookie  In my mind
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