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Oct 2013
Left Alone, no one here
On my own, pain’s near
Lurking at the threshold
Like your knife, to my heart
Plunging deeper and deeper
Quite a delicate art
My knees are weaker and weaker
Never living a life so bold
I wish I knew what I’d done
Are you killing me or am I killing you?
It wasn’t meant to be fun
Tears stain my face, what is there left to do?
My blood, seeping out…growing cold
Then it goes black.
No real pattern, just emotions, that's all my stuff will ever really be.
Disaster Child
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Disaster Child
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   Isabella Pullivan
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