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Jan 2013
the sickness rises in my chest
we continue in this gruesome dance
my hands become covered in blood and lies
the things i see when i look in your eyes

i scrub and scrub
but the marks remain
as long as I continue to scream your name
as long as I beg you to drive me insane
sierra
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