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Mar 2014
As I wade through the water that gradually turns to blood
From the love-letter papercuts that I ******* loath myself for writing too ******* much
But if you had the faintest idea on how much I love you
The scabs wouldn't be able to heal fast enough
Written by
Bishop  South africa
(South africa)   
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