I could feel the blood running down my arms.
My legs.
My chest.
My back.
These old wounds were starting to bleed again.
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And it was when I thought of you.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
I could feel the blood running down my arms.
My legs.
My chest.
My back.
These old wounds were starting to bleed again.
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And it was when I thought of you.
That one person who hurt you. Hurt you bad.
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