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May 2014
I sit alone in the dark.
My eyes have darkened,
To a color never before seen.

Demons
Screaming,
Scary thoughts
Bleeding wrist,
I am incomplete,
Torn

I'm Broken
This is now how I live

My hands are cold
My lips are purple
This is how i die
Crístál Válęntíná
Written by
Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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   --- and Raven
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