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Mar 2014
As the rain pours outside
The rusty blade makes my skin cry
****** tears emerging through my skin
Dropping on my lap.
I don't want to feel anything
I want that blade to cause pain.
A pain killer!
To **** that emptiness inside of me.
Mariana Carpilovsky
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Mariana Carpilovsky  Rio de Janeiro
(Rio de Janeiro)   
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