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Woke up, it's 3am. I'm half awake, moonlight strings of light piercing through my window screen. Walked towards the door, the floor is cold, It creaks & sings haunting melodies as I trace way to the kitchen. Open drawer, grasped a knife. Took it and held it tight. Slowly penetrated my left eye. Blood pours down my face. Lost sight of the demons holding me captive in my mind.
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
3:am
Woke up, it's 3am. I'm half awake, moonlight strings of light piercing through my window screen. Walked towards the door, the floor is cold, It creaks & sings haunting melodies as I trace way to the kitchen. Open drawer, grasped a knife. Took it and held it tight. Slowly penetrated my left eye. Blood pours down my face. Lost sight of the demons holding me captive in my mind.
BaezJo
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
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