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‘tis the season of bloodshed the air is cold the snow pure white now littered in drops of red long sleeves so no one sees crumbling plaster of false smiles the glow in his eyes forever gone jack frost took it with him

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jonas423

21 / M / USA

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Written by

jonas423

21 / M / USA

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May 22, 2017

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1m

Tags: #self #harm #depression #cutting

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