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Apr 2018
I feel full with empty guilt
Every second I waste is a dagger
It stabs me so I'll spill crimson
Sparkles shiny, watches me stagger
I start to stumble and I'll fall
Let the blood dry black
Then I'll nurse my silver blade
Slam it down and feel my bones crack
Guilt can push us further than we can reach
Skye Marshmallow
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Skye Marshmallow  The Stars, Outer space
(The Stars, Outer space)   
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