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Jul 2014
angst and tragedy
all once seemed so
romantic,
so
poetic

and now i wish
i could rip the blade from
the fingertips
of my
past

and slap her straight,
explain that

blood is only blood,

and pain will not
make
you
beautiful.
k
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k
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