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Sometimes I feel a breeze and I think you’re watching me. My clothes hang on my body they way you used to take me in. This blade feels cool the way your bedroom floor felt on my skin. The blood runs down my legs the way your fingers used to.
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
The Way It Used To Be
Sometimes I feel a breeze and I think you’re watching me. My clothes hang on my body they way you used to take me in. This blade feels cool the way your bedroom floor felt on my skin. The blood runs down my legs the way your fingers used to.
#dark#blood#trigger
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dana-mulder
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
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