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Feb 5
seeping through brown-riddled veins
flowing a gently fervent stream from
my wrist, a perfect red
dreams of an escape from all of this
turmoil and stress can be attained
through a single temptation from
the acquired gaze of a small blade
haven't done it
but i feel like it
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hsn  14/beatopia
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