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The darkness beneath the smile, the grin and tears is like a cloak... more like another persona.
Tearing into flesh, breaking bones watching the suffering come to a slow the soul is released lifelessness turns the eyes grey.
Reality struck as I look down at my stiletto nails covered in blood and gush, a bit of panic rushes to mind but a sense and calm sets me on a high I can not deny...
I am a monster...
But there's no cure and if so the stronger part of me refuses to take it.
Written by ThaSeductress
Author's Note
Behind most quietness of a person there is a hell waiting to be unleashed.
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