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Turning around again To watch another white turn to black Gently tugging on it Wanting to get rid of it It's another moment A kind of dread A type of horrible An overkill ...Tug ...Tug ...Pull ...PULL! Rip..! Blood dripped from the end Drip drip drip It was suppose to hurt But it didn't... really... It didn't really hurt... The Little Fallen Angel
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
Bleed A Sin
Turning around again To watch another white turn to black Gently tugging on it Wanting to get rid of it It's another moment A kind of dread A type of horrible An overkill ...Tug ...Tug ...Pull ...PULL! Rip..! Blood dripped from the end Drip drip drip It was suppose to hurt But it didn't... really... It didn't really hurt... The Little Fallen Angel
Once you fall, you will probably keep falling.
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
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