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Feel
I wanna feel.
Feel the blood dripping.
The steel slithering down and up.
Feel fire burning.
Burns across this body.
Feel my heart being cut out.
Stabbing over again.
Feel these old wounds opening up.
Feel the blood dripping.
The steel slithering down and up.
Feel fire burning.
Burns across this body.
Feel my heart being cut out.
Stabbing over again.
Feel these old wounds opening up.
Published 9th Feb 2012
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13th Feb 2012 5:54am
Drugs have a way of confusing feelings. Here I get the sense that you need to feel, whether it's to know you're alive or so get a fix
14th Feb 2012 5:20pm
