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Cutting Pain And Blood

Before you, standing there, the mirrors longer than the though that brought me their. Never lines appear, top hat askew, lips crimson bright and form the color that sits right when running down, the razors edge. Come, I'm watching all the time, your not. When knowing misery, grief deceived each covered sheet.

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