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Jul 2015
Back to this kind of pain.
Creeping through the holes of my window
and the dark corners in my room.

Do I need the salvation of my blade?
Do I want it?
I made a promise.

Promises,promises...
Promises I could never keep
Will I break it this time?
Christina
Written by
Christina  Greece
(Greece)   
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