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Floor of blood
The blood is on the floor I can see it spilling everywhere my heart and tipped over it all pours out nothing left but the emptiness of my soul slowly fading my life force is draining I can hear the sirons calling but they are to late my life it already gone there is nothing left but this broke. Husk of a once bright child
Published 12th Mar 2014
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