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Apr 2014
My body is cold, i can see from the
goosebumps.

the clammy feeling of being gently strangled
... it frightens me

I don't want to be here, but I
can't leave...

hot hot heat spreads down my body as i give,
cold dead fingers trace my skin while I still breathe

dance or die
they whisper to me
dance or die
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Invocation
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Invocation
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