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She always seemed to like winter Its cold bitter air keeping everyone at bay giving them a reason to stay away letting her enjoy the pain the sting of the freezing wind it sometimes equates to the knife that she draws across her skin something her Christian parents call a sin but that's not even where her problems begin slicing and sawing her precious wrists the bloods seeps out and kisses her again, and again Some days she wishes she didn't exist she started taking risks not caring if she missed her veins she only wanted the pain it gave her something to gain as opposed to the shame, that she receives from leaving sombre scenes, indifferently at ease She was like a slave to her maze of a mind until one of those days he came along and she caved in his arms he waived away any harm in her way taking away any source of pain he came before, she wasted away and was lost to the grave now, whenever in pain, she calls out his name and he'll dash through the cold rain then take her away to a special place where she'll be cherished.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
He'll Dash Through the Cold Rain
She always seemed to like winter Its cold bitter air keeping everyone at bay giving them a reason to stay away letting her enjoy the pain the sting of the freezing wind it sometimes equates to the knife that she draws across her skin something her Christian parents call a sin but that's not even where her problems begin slicing and sawing her precious wrists the bloods seeps out and kisses her again, and again Some days she wishes she didn't exist she started taking risks not caring if she missed her veins she only wanted the pain it gave her something to gain as opposed to the shame, that she receives from leaving sombre scenes, indifferently at ease She was like a slave to her maze of a mind until one of those days he came along and she caved in his arms he waived away any harm in her way taking away any source of pain he came before, she wasted away and was lost to the grave now, whenever in pain, she calls out his name and he'll dash through the cold rain then take her away to a special place where she'll be cherished.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
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