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Mar 2013
Please
I need you
But
It seems you're getting
F  A  R  T  H  E  R  A  W  A  Y
Stop it, love
Come back again
I wish to smell you again.
You smell nice don't you?
Oh, yes.
The smell of
P A I N A N D A G O N Y
Come back dear,
I miss your touch.
Your silky slit wrists
They give me a tingle at every touch
Because
T H E P A I N I S G O I N G A W A Y
I miss your voice, dear.
The screams
The cries
The violent sobs of anguish.
They tell me
It'll be okay once I'm done with you
Because
Y O U A R E A M U R D E R E R
But not the kind you see in action films
Or in young adult novels
You are a weapon of mass destruction
T O Y O U R S E L F
Just stop looking in the mirror
dear
Then you'll see.
Just one more slit, love.
The pain will end
One more.
That's it.
**O N E M O R E T O E N D I T A L L
Zachary Ampora
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Zachary Ampora
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