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Oct 2014
My blood once flowed through me, into you
my brain once birthed such happy thoughts
my heart once found a tempo that matched yours,

but now...

My blood coagulates as it oozes from open wounds
my brain is desecrated from misgivings fought
my heart washes upon desolate, foreign shores.

and now...

I wish both of our frequencies attuned
so that you may feel the sensation of being naught,
and I hope you're the one soul that Hell adores,


You're dead to me.
Frank Ruland
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Frank Ruland  25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia
(25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia)   
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