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Feb 2014
My greatest pleasure takes the form of my deepest pain.
I take a blade to my wrist and watch the blood rain.
People around me see a smile so sweet;
Little do they know that I burn in the heat
Of Hell, and I see Satan as I cry.
I drown in the blood as I say my final goodbye.
Jessica
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