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Your "used to it." Blade digs deeper into your forearm. As I watch you bleed , all I can do is cry. For I fear your pain has turned to look at me.
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
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Your "used to it." Blade digs deeper into your forearm. As I watch you bleed , all I can do is cry. For I fear your pain has turned to look at me.
victoria-f-sanchez
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
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