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Scarlet traces

Inflicting pain on me, under the order to be silent,
You will not say a word. You play with me. Again.
The mask awaits, the illusion, the sweet pain ...
As if I'm far away, as if I'm not with you.
There are scarlet traces on my back, but does it hurt me?
And my cry will not be heard in the silence of the night.
Getting rid of feelings is a panacea for troubles.
The scourge doesn't hurt like life. Here's the answer.
Written by KristinaX
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