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Rated: 18+ · Other · Dark · #2005402
What I told myself to pick up the pieces.
heartbeat racing, red visions in my head, am I dreaming or justecently dead, the beast claws my back until I feed it my heart, the pain and misery seem to be the drive, off the cliff, degrees of death, can't make it out alive, revisit old wounds, yank out the stitches, dump your bleach in my veins, clean my soul, throw my parts in the snowy ditches, no more pretending to be ok, today is a new day, the beams of light shoot through my curtains, the feeling I've longed for all day, light in my eyes like razorblades, I am not alone. panic in my bones, shatter them with your jagged stones, I write 'help me' in your skin to help fathom tonight is your sin written in mine, you don't rule me, you destroy me, I'm knocked back to the boy in me, hold my hand and feel my rage, the time has come for this carnage to subside and turn the fucking page!
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