ml-collinsWhisper

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Feb 6, 2011

in a nutshellTonite was the first time. To feel the knife tear my skin. See my blood bubble then flow. Flush with a painful glow. I cant scream or yell or throw my pain away. I let it flow. My crimsion release.

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Feb 5, 2011

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