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*Stop it. Stop it, you're hurting me.* pain seeps through my pours blood stains the newly-bought carpet *No! Your mother loved that carpet* I beg for her to stop; leave me alone. I don't like this game anymore . . . but my own shaken hand refuses to set down the weapon
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
I Make My Own Demons
*Stop it. Stop it, you're hurting me.* pain seeps through my pours blood stains the newly-bought carpet *No! Your mother loved that carpet* I beg for her to stop; leave me alone. I don't like this game anymore . . . but my own shaken hand refuses to set down the weapon
#selfharm#destruct
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Lyricalmind
18/F
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
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