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Oh slower!! Slower!!! My dear blood Dont rush i dont wanna do this fast. I wanna feel it, Every ounce, Every droplet of red rushing out of my body screaming her name, Within a closed Casket lies my head weary and dread where i rest all my thoughts and finally free myself from the torments of my haunted long lost love, For i know my love wasnt fickle, But for her It was just my love not hers.
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Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC
My Casket Bleeds Red.
Oh slower!! Slower!!! My dear blood Dont rush i dont wanna do this fast. I wanna feel it, Every ounce, Every droplet of red rushing out of my body screaming her name, Within a closed Casket lies my head weary and dread where i rest all my thoughts and finally free myself from the torments of my haunted long lost love, For i know my love wasnt fickle, But for her It was just my love not hers.
I am not sucidal but thats what my mind feels everytime i start to write. I do not encourage suicidal thoughts in anyway but the tinge of that darkness inevitably lies in everyone of us.
#box#love#lost#red#casket#soul#burn#fickle
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the-withered-soul
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC
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