bi-polar mascarade

It wasnt real.
Now was it?
Or it isnt.
Or it is.
Mascarade.Clean the blade, of my life. THROUGH SLOW PAIN. But the slash was fast, it underlined your name. NO PAIN. Its enough as i lie to myself through closed teeth as i bleed. I FEEL PAIN. I dont heal. I dont see. I still breath, for you. Or do I, Or do I, Or do I Die, tonight. From the mascarade?





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