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Sitting there, alone. Not wanting to be here grasping the blade in her hand And then dragging it across her skin watching watching the blood slowly rise out of her skin finally feeling something.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
Feeling
Sitting there, alone. Not wanting to be here grasping the blade in her hand And then dragging it across her skin watching watching the blood slowly rise out of her skin finally feeling something.
cassidy-noyes
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
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