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Crying voices in my head,
I hear their screaming, they're in pain. Feel my wounds for I know not the hurt I see on my hands. I see the bleeding through my tears, I taste the sorrow as they seep deep in my flesh like razor blades cutting deep, numb of the pain. Has all the harm numbed my soul to all the feeling that may incur, any kind of hurt or pain that might be directed my way? Is this a curse or a gift, or a way to distract my fate from changing the route, from giving me doubts, from feeling any other but dissent. This writing is also archived: http://www.livejournal.com/users/priscamor/43019.html
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