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Letting it out.
Held this blade against the veins that surfaces on my wrist.
Just one or two slits and it will all come out.
The pain, The lies, The truth, The love, the Hate.
Take this flowing blood and draw my darling a picture.
Upon the canvas where my fed up heart pulses its last pulse.
Just one or two slits and it will all come out.
The pain, The lies, The truth, The love, the Hate.
Take this flowing blood and draw my darling a picture.
Upon the canvas where my fed up heart pulses its last pulse.
Published 9th Jun 2012
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19th Jul 2012 5:23pm
As much as the image itself is the discussion of the image you present that is so important here.
Your use of periods here is very instructive. If you did not mean to use the period as a mimic of the blade entering the skin with every stroke, then here it is.
Very tight and tidy work.
Your use of periods here is very instructive. If you did not mean to use the period as a mimic of the blade entering the skin with every stroke, then here it is.
Very tight and tidy work.
