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Once upon a time, You tossed my emotions in the shredder. I paid you back in flesh. Nervous,  I grasped the knife. Pressing it against me, Right before the puncture. I freeze. My arm feeling the sting. I gather myself. Deep breath. Serated blades saw away, Breaking skin, tearing muscle. Then the blood drips. We exchange wounds, Cut for cut. It wasn't love, just pain.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
Days Far Behind Me
Once upon a time, You tossed my emotions in the shredder. I paid you back in flesh. Nervous,  I grasped the knife. Pressing it against me, Right before the puncture. I freeze. My arm feeling the sting. I gather myself. Deep breath. Serated blades saw away, Breaking skin, tearing muscle. Then the blood drips. We exchange wounds, Cut for cut. It wasn't love, just pain.
devin-ortiz
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
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