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Those urges, For the blood. They make me go crazy. It kills me. I want to cut. I want to bleed.
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
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Those urges, For the blood. They make me go crazy. It kills me. I want to cut. I want to bleed.
kendra-hall
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
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