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Sunday 23rd September 2012

On these black tiled

As i cut myself, knowing that ill bleed.  I feel some sense or relief. For This red hot blood, pulses irraticly. It rushes and pounds against the walls of my brain. Stop! Let silence consume me. Time can move forward.. I have no business there. In a bright world of stark reality and pain. As [..more..]

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