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My thoughts bleed onto paper, as if my heart was stabbed. Gushing forth, no bandage can stop it, A chasm is what is left of a beating heart. Voiceless laying dead on the ground.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
nisren
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My thoughts bleed onto paper, as if my heart was stabbed. Gushing forth, no bandage can stop it, A chasm is what is left of a beating heart. Voiceless laying dead on the ground.
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