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Nov 2014
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My thoughts bleed onto paper, as if my heart was stabbed.
Gushing forth, no bandage can stop it,
A chasm is what is left of a beating heart.
Voiceless laying dead on the ground.
#blood #withdrawn #depresson #gore-y #honestfeelings
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Nisren
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