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intense and sad |
| How many times can I break till I shatter? So many pieces to pick up, but I'll bleed. Watching transfixed the blood runs down my arm, So very much a dark portrait of me. Wishing away this terror so beautiful, Hard to escape but I know that I must. Wishing I was not so damn self-destructive, Reveling in red blades,white smoke and lust. Pointing myself in each wrong direction, Slowly but surely becoming undone. |