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Sep 2014
I can feel the last few beats of your heart.
I listened to the slow dying thumps it made...
Thump...
Thump........
Thump.............
Then it goes still.
I hold it in my hand.
The blood running down my wrists.
I took your heart and threw it in a trash can.
Just like you did with mine.
Beauty Without Eyes
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Beauty Without Eyes  20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living
(20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living)   
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