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unclean
The darkness makes it better,these bloodstained hands of my innocence. I leapt into a black hole hoping never to return. Wanting to go back in time to another point I yearn. I need a cleansing of my unwashed soul to once again make my spirit whole.
Published 1st Jul 2013
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1st Jul 2013 7:28pm
Yes. I've felt this way several times. You should give this some line breaks.
