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I sit alone as the wind howls fierce, my life is over I think to myself. My heart ripped out as my life pours out into my hands. Hot and silky I jump into a pool of unconsiousness. You are my life no more I pulled the knife of connection we had out of me. Sweet revenge fills my taste buds as I let you go fiercly.




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