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2004-06-07
Tonight i killed you
by being me
The knife's weight in my hand
feeling it become one with
my flesh
my skin
my wrist
UNREAL
my thoughts dont differ from yours
but I keep them locked inside my head
sealed with 7 stitches & a kiss
I wont tell or contradict
for if I slip it'll break my neck
//burn every sentiment//
dead + alive
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