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Sep 2013
its shiny
its rusty
its the first thing
she grabbed
when she felt pain within
because its better
to match the way she felt
on the inside
to how she looked on the outside
and who could forget
that feeling
of the silver blade
sliding down her arm
and the crimson red blood weeping from her cuts
as she becomes alive again
as the feeling from the blade
sent electricity down her spine.
mels
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mels  england.
(england.)   
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