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It taste even sweeter when the blood is running down my arm. Every sip I take, I welcome the blade more. I've missed this pain, The familiar touch so welcoming. Comforting me like an old friend. I won't neglect you anymore, Because giving in has such a sweeter taste. No one gives me the pleasure you do. So close to insanity, But I cut the demons away. Drowning away the emptiness that keeps dragging me down. The darkness becomes stronger everyday, consuming the very essence of my mind, While I slowly drift away.
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Whiskey & Razorblades
It taste even sweeter when the blood is running down my arm. Every sip I take, I welcome the blade more. I've missed this pain, The familiar touch so welcoming. Comforting me like an old friend. I won't neglect you anymore, Because giving in has such a sweeter taste. No one gives me the pleasure you do. So close to insanity, But I cut the demons away. Drowning away the emptiness that keeps dragging me down. The darkness becomes stronger everyday, consuming the very essence of my mind, While I slowly drift away.
jthbatman16
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
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