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Oct 2014
Blood
It's been awhile since I've
Wanted my blood to flow from
My wrist, but today it would seem that
It is all that I crave...
Not even your lips could satisfy
This craving.
I want death.
R
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     r l, Hamad, Sophia and Rj
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