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its shiny its rusty its the first thing she grabbed when she felt pain within because its better to match the way she felt on the inside to how she looked on the outside and who could forget that feeling of the silver blade sliding down her arm and the crimson red blood weeping from her cuts as she becomes alive again as the feeling from the blade sent electricity down her spine.
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
blade
its shiny its rusty its the first thing she grabbed when she felt pain within because its better to match the way she felt on the inside to how she looked on the outside and who could forget that feeling of the silver blade sliding down her arm and the crimson red blood weeping from her cuts as she becomes alive again as the feeling from the blade sent electricity down her spine.
mels
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
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