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Sep 2016
It's small and white
It fits perfectly in my pleading hands

It's calling to me
Begging me to fail

Self control?
Gone.

Numbness takes over
Everything is lost

Pain is irrelevant
But needed

The silver flash cuts flesh
releases pain and agony

Rivers of red flow smoothly onto the floor
Collecting and turning into oceans  

Stop?
Why?

Never.
My Scarlet Amora
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My Scarlet Amora
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   Realeboga M, Aubrey Lee Ann and NV
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