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Jun 2020
Oh slower!!
Slower!!!
My dear blood
Dont rush i dont wanna do this fast.
I wanna feel it,
Every ounce,
Every droplet of red rushing out of my body screaming her name,

Within a closed Casket lies my head weary and dread where i rest all my thoughts and finally free myself from the torments of my haunted long lost love,
For i know my love wasnt fickle,
But for her It was just my love not hers.
I am not sucidal but thats what my mind feels everytime i start to write.
I do not encourage suicidal thoughts in anyway but the tinge of that darkness inevitably lies in everyone of us.
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TheWitheredSoul
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