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It was long ago since I have found out the truth. Expect nothing from me, for I will keep everything on mute. When I promised to myself that it will stay as a secret, I know I will forever hold fear, kiss sadness and embrace resentment. So much was done, look what I have become. Transformed into a beast, a girl swallowed by her fears. Running away is no good. Who's gonna accept this sinful? How about you, will you love me as a whole? Even when you find out, there is blood on my food.
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Blood on my Food
It was long ago since I have found out the truth. Expect nothing from me, for I will keep everything on mute. When I promised to myself that it will stay as a secret, I know I will forever hold fear, kiss sadness and embrace resentment. So much was done, look what I have become. Transformed into a beast, a girl swallowed by her fears. Running away is no good. Who's gonna accept this sinful? How about you, will you love me as a whole? Even when you find out, there is blood on my food.
Will anyone? Can anyone?
ACMPalamos
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
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