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*Cuts*

The red velvet flows from your slashes, along with thoughts scarier than car crashes. the hurt... so good, though you'd quit if only you could. The pain is nothing to compare, inside the pain is always there. A broken soul, a deep black hole.

Through the days, you see only a haze. Your life is full of pain, so you cut a vein. Today is the day you completely fade yourself away, today is the day you go your own way.





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