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Speeding heart, heavy breaths, I did this to myself. Look, the cuts, so dark and deep, Bring my soul to rest. Trembling fear, poisoned thoughts, Why the bloody slits? Fall to sleep, red on sheets, I don't think I'll make it.

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longlostinthedark

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Published: May 1, 2011
LinesWords: 941

Notes: Wrote this about 5 minutes ago, just off the top of my head.

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