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Sep 2017
Cut
porcelain wrist my blade doth kiss
drawing blood unto its lips

drop by drop until i'm drained
nothing left within my veins

the beating stops, my heart doth still
there's nary a drop of blood to spill...
I hate myself. I always have.
Chey Ferrill
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Chey Ferrill  27/F/Ontario
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