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I've lost my artistic touch
and I've never felt so lost
death litters my mind
tears litter my face
blood litters my arm
even as the blade crosses my skin
i dont feel a thing
the final push
the final crack
on the brink
of never coming back
I endure the pain
along this sad life journey
knowing you are there
I want to write my own story
But sadly I only hold the pen of a poet
Not the pen of destiny
I’m giving you just the tools you need to break me

Do it

I Dare You
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