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Mar 2014
The smooth plains that are my arms
Are gushing blood red rivers
As they are torn apart
Ripped to shreds

By pain and suffering
Torment and anguish
Soon they will heal
But never again will they be whole

Now they are covered in small lines
That mark the start of something new
A release, a distraction from reality
A way to finally be free
Freedom comes with a high price..
Written by
Chaos
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