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Feb 2020
I know.
I know that it won’t matter.
That no matter how much
Of my blood spills
How much of it I wipe away
No matter how much it hurts
Or how many scars I create
It won’t make me want to be alive.
Take the blade away from me
I am a freak
I am afraid that
All the blood escaping me
Won’t end the pain
-Badflower, “Ghost”
Empire
Written by
Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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