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sick fuck
touch my face ,in it is beauty,but rearing its demonic head is the beast beneath,a crown of iron nails around my head ,preasure points to keep out the screaming dead,
i wish to tear the skin from my flesh just to stop the crawling
i hate i loathe
myself
i wish to tear the skin from my flesh just to stop the crawling
i hate i loathe
myself
Published 20th Dec 2011
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Anonymous
20th Dec 2011 9:42am
This is beautiful in its savagery. R.
24th Dec 2011 10:04am
