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Mar 2014
small, delicate body parts
veins braided through them neatly
some accessorized
some mistreated
but when forced a blade through
and blood seeping from the wounds
is never when their demons win
but when their tainted soul
conveys silent screams
craving a release
but sadly that escape
is found in a short, sharp pain
taken away
by the slash of a wrist

a.n.
anastasia
Written by
anastasia  murica'
(murica')   
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