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I'll not be your knife, honey. If you wish to bleed, Cut yourself with somebody else. If you love pain, don't go reaching for me. I am not pain. I'm poison tipped. I bite like barbed wire, deep, not where you want. Not only a blade, I've got fangs. You might think you want it But you are young and tender, And you'll learn. Don't slice away your ignorance with me- The lesson will be your last. You want an ironic scar? The embodiment of your suffering Mangling your flesh? Want a little shocking thrill? Don't pick me up, sweetie. I ****
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
Suffering: Optional
I'll not be your knife, honey. If you wish to bleed, Cut yourself with somebody else. If you love pain, don't go reaching for me. I am not pain. I'm poison tipped. I bite like barbed wire, deep, not where you want. Not only a blade, I've got fangs. You might think you want it But you are young and tender, And you'll learn. Don't slice away your ignorance with me- The lesson will be your last. You want an ironic scar? The embodiment of your suffering Mangling your flesh? Want a little shocking thrill? Don't pick me up, sweetie. I ****
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
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