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First Blood.
The first time
to taste it.
My heart races,
the momentum,
then the smell.
I'm sick.
I'm going to hell.
The taste.
The disgrace.
Time to wastes.
Take or leave.
This now weaves the
new me, without a care
, set, no sleep, no dreams,
no friends.
Born again
or dead?
to taste it.
My heart races,
the momentum,
then the smell.
I'm sick.
I'm going to hell.
The taste.
The disgrace.
Time to wastes.
Take or leave.
This now weaves the
new me, without a care
, set, no sleep, no dreams,
no friends.
Born again
or dead?
Published 29th Aug 2011
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Anonymous
30th Aug 2011 1:50pm
There was some dark imagery in this and i like the fact it makes you question your own likes for certain things. It certainly does make me question mine.
I liked it. Good job.
I liked it. Good job.
