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little friend

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small sharp blade can move upon flesh in every direction
confusions can be regrets and losses of memory
awakening seemed as if it rained blood; sore fore arms, my wonders overwhelm me. shedding pointless tears
then sudden laughter.
I ask my self:why Am I this way, but it never came across my mind I can be my own self destruction.





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