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It flows thick at first, but it runs fast down the hand crimson fire, a burning sensation, heating chilled skin a lost feeling a drugged up mind the racing slows as the pain crawls through the body everything seems to relax the voices are hushed eyes roll into blindness gushing out of the wrist sheets are stained red a razor falls onto the floor a deep breath taken a sudden realization scary thoughts of the future long sleeves and bracelets band-aids and makeup anything to keep the secret safe to stay out of the asylum keeping the ridicule and whispers at bay not letting the rumors spark up the dark passenger is kept away until the monster comes back to play
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
a journey through the thoughts
It flows thick at first, but it runs fast down the hand crimson fire, a burning sensation, heating chilled skin a lost feeling a drugged up mind the racing slows as the pain crawls through the body everything seems to relax the voices are hushed eyes roll into blindness gushing out of the wrist sheets are stained red a razor falls onto the floor a deep breath taken a sudden realization scary thoughts of the future long sleeves and bracelets band-aids and makeup anything to keep the secret safe to stay out of the asylum keeping the ridicule and whispers at bay not letting the rumors spark up the dark passenger is kept away until the monster comes back to play
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
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