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Jun 2017
Slash, the blood pours down an innocent arm, being punished by that to whom it belongs just for being associated with them, all because of the hatred for themselves,

Cut, the flesh slowly parts as dreams and tears fall to the floor burning and floating away as ashes of a scorched memory,

Stab, the blade sinks into the raw flesh, a chilling sensation penetrates down to the bone as the cold steel ****** the heart and mind like a needle injecting an addictive drug into the system, for it is just that, addictive,

Tear, the skin is torn away around the wounds, they cannot heal for they are made deeper everyday, they get bigger and bigger consuming all that composed ones sanity until they drop crippled by loss of blood, dreams, aspirations and hope,

****, the blood gushes like a waterfall, it is as if we are a forest of trees, they cut away at our trunks with knives, ultimately we all shall fall,
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