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When blood runs into your eyes It doesn't turn your vision crimson, It doesn't make you think of red and hate It blurs your view to whatever comes next.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Crimson
When blood runs into your eyes It doesn't turn your vision crimson, It doesn't make you think of red and hate It blurs your view to whatever comes next.
ashley-somebody
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29/F/Indonesian
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
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