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Oct 2013
Blood.
Red.
Murky.
Lovely.
All these words of truth are bound.
Just like the chains on my neck.
They keep me home bound.
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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