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Feb 2015
The knife I once used
to protect myself from harm,
my friend,
it came back
and murdered me mercilessly.

I should have known it was only thirsty for bloodshed,
and wasn't truly anything good for me.
thinking of someone (not u, kiyu.)
sorry I'm writing like ****, and writing in general. I'm just kinda... ******-ish. and going through stuff. so yea.

take me out
by franz Ferdinand
Creep
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