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Dec 2015
3.
today was the dayΒ that
the blade met the prey
touched the skin
****** the grief
tears running down
the street
loud voices in the abyss
that's the so called mind
screaming "you were too Weak
to win us all".counting down all your Faults
one,two,three and the list goes on
until the last droop of Blood

am i going to survive this alone?
Art-Stars
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Art-Stars
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