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I know im not here. Even when I am. I know my mind is awash with fear. So I wash my hands, until they bleed, to rid myself of all that feed Upon my soul, my mind, my sanity. I care not for the worlds vanity. The towels stained red, with the blood of my palms. As the sun breaks the misty horizon. I yawn with dark eyes and dry, peeling skin. Because I am Finally clean. To welcome the dawn.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
My Mind.