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Nov 2013
Here  we go, as I get ready to drift into the unknown.
That place that's full of dark,
I'm scared.
Scared for myself, my thoughts.
My thoughts could make someone's heart wrench in pain.
Blood.
I see blood more then I see the daylight.
Pouring out of wrists, at night time.
When everyone's asleep,
not even a peep.
cat
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