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Jan 2011
The blood trickles up my throat
and back down as I swallow it whole
I wipe it clean and pray you won’t ever find me
I’m not as perfect as you think,
I get a little help from my finger wiped clean,
I’ll burn my throat and **** myself
inside then out.
And I just pray you won’t find out
I pray you won’t find out.
If you would like to contact me, email me at raydioactivee@hotmail.com; please do not take my stuff, just ask :) and check out my blog and stuff :)

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Ray
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Ray  26/F/Canada
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