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Your blood is all i think about The way you draw it out With broken razor heads Praying it kills you During the night Your bones ach with regret You're wishing for these urges to stop And you tie a black ribbon around it The next morning
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
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Your blood is all i think about The way you draw it out With broken razor heads Praying it kills you During the night Your bones ach with regret You're wishing for these urges to stop And you tie a black ribbon around it The next morning
goodbye
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
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