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Pressure.
To the side it lay
Drenched with your tainted blood
taunting you,
daring you,
To take one more,
Upon the torn skin,
Across the vein..
You can't seem to just shake these thoughts away..
They're making you insane..
Just one more!
It'll be over..
It's torture..
Drenched with your tainted blood
taunting you,
daring you,
To take one more,
Upon the torn skin,
Across the vein..
You can't seem to just shake these thoughts away..
They're making you insane..
Just one more!
It'll be over..
It's torture..
Published 25th Jun 2015
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