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First day the blade struck skin Habit of cutting soon set in. As for the cuts, it's much too late Pain and hatred decide my fate. Anger and rage rushing through me Feeling drips of the red hot sea. Nothing matters, nothing is left. I'm lying here, waiting for death.
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Blade of Flowing Crimson
First day the blade struck skin Habit of cutting soon set in. As for the cuts, it's much too late Pain and hatred decide my fate. Anger and rage rushing through me Feeling drips of the red hot sea. Nothing matters, nothing is left. I'm lying here, waiting for death.
sam-castle
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
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