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Rust bent scars Bulging viens Was it a big mistake? ****** infused blades Rehab worthy skin Never to return home again. Constantly reassured Taking comfort in the pain White eyes screeched otherwise Wasted youth-- I never stopped Scar removal creme, and **** colored lip balm. Pipe cleaner wrists Was how it all stacked. The demons made a nest And never flew back Maybe I was ***** My blade was the substance And I needed more And I was going the distance.
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
Rugged Terrain
Rust bent scars Bulging viens Was it a big mistake? ****** infused blades Rehab worthy skin Never to return home again. Constantly reassured Taking comfort in the pain White eyes screeched otherwise Wasted youth-- I never stopped Scar removal creme, and **** colored lip balm. Pipe cleaner wrists Was how it all stacked. The demons made a nest And never flew back Maybe I was ***** My blade was the substance And I needed more And I was going the distance.
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
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