Pain cuts deep,
into the protection of life.
Stabs so hard,
cuts like the blade of a knife.
Deep into your feelings,
exposing every bit of reality.
The lies encourage the deceit,
Stabbing the emotions deep.
Alone,
And by yourself.
You bleed to death inside,
with a long slash to your heart.
Dead inside,
you lie alone in the dark.
All aone,
You die a long and painful death...















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sweetness on a popsicle stick
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[*] K-Citie [*]
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sweetness on a popsicle stick
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Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.
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[*] K-Citie [*]
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