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its like a bunch of train tracks on the body that exploded into a pile of scars that never move the cars that go over it never even think twice of the people that have followed this track the blood that was spilled the now dry blood that stays there waiting to be cleaned waiting to be seen
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Dried Blood
its like a bunch of train tracks on the body that exploded into a pile of scars that never move the cars that go over it never even think twice of the people that have followed this track the blood that was spilled the now dry blood that stays there waiting to be cleaned waiting to be seen
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
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