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Oct 2014
I sit here bleeding,
letting every broken promise,
flow from my wrists
my body is empty
you took what you wanted
releasing your ecstasy
inducing my misery
your fingers touch every inch of my skin
invading my soul
I pull my hair
peeling my skin
destroying every part of who i am
because
maybe if i **** myself
you will die too
Bella
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Bella  US
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     ---, unknown, ryn and Pax
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