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The Escape

Blood smears down my ivory skin,
tears smudge my makeup,
bloodshot eyes from the alcohol.

Promise rings...

You do truly love her.
Why? Why do you keep sending me mixed feelings?
Can't you see what it's doing to me?

The cuts are deep.
The blood scent making me nauseous.
The wisp of the smoke slowly taking me away.



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