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Aug 2013
Dead in that corner. No blood left to drain. Destroyed by depression, and writhered in pain.
         No life left to Break,
     No more tears to be Cried,
     Not another smile to Fake,
      Razors became stained
                With Suicide,
         Another young heart
                   has Died,
       Too scarred to Survive.
FallenInTorment
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