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It wasn't until her fingertips bled Against her raw, numb skin That she realised that her pain was Not superficial But Carved across her bones and Etched into her veins
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Pain
It wasn't until her fingertips bled Against her raw, numb skin That she realised that her pain was Not superficial But Carved across her bones and Etched into her veins
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
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