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robin-harris
My pain is not a game This strength of evil is growing While I am going beneath the world While the pressure of pain is in my mind The texture of blood is my only gain Death is a constant in my life **** is my only fight from this pain I only wanted a savior From this depression Life is a burden upon me Let this be a lesson
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
My pain
The hints of a razor gleam creeping up from behind shivers begin to scream a thought undefined. Crystalline destruction manifests in shards of failed dreams circulation and cells cease I am dumber today. Clogging and fogging the mind promises cheat their way into lies when depression becomes a way of life serenity is found at the end of the line. Escaping the cavity in trails of shame in vigour and madness incapable of sadness. Black hole eyes cannot see the coming despair the next morning impairs certainty is a lie. Senses start to fail iron will turns frail the devil’s sugar and salt must never be taken so lightly. Subtle and methodical killing what makes you, you another round for old time’s sake, and you’re stuck to it like glue.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
Meth-od-ical
I know i got a pretty face but dont get it twisted I bet you wouldn't even last a day in this **** Broken smile evil in the eyes roaming thru the streets battling the concrete ..
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
Pretty Twisted.