The steel cut through my skin.
The tears washed away the blood.
The smile covered my pain.
I didn't want to do it.
I didn't have to do it.
I did it.
But the satisfaction
You get from
That cold and sharp hunk of steel.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
The steel cut through my skin.
The tears washed away the blood.
The smile covered my pain.
I didn't want to do it.
I didn't have to do it.
I did it.
But the satisfaction
You get from
That cold and sharp hunk of steel.
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