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Feb 2012
I made the slit
Dug my finger tips in the crevace
And pulled until the wound bled free
All you had to do was smear the blood on my face in the shape of a heart
I broke my heart over you
And now I'm all apart
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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