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A deep unexpressed,
Sleep years,
Then wake to this shit
What is it ?
Raped child aches,
No!
Saturday grates,
Hate sexes hex,
Reject regret,
America fuck off!
Liverpool too ,
fuck mates,
Friend hates,
Pain game,
Humiliate fate,
Berate ,
Your late.

Needle plunge,
Years fades,
Cut, cut, cut
bloody blades,
Done, done , done
Almost done,
Putting on weight,
Painfully thin,
Drive fast forget,
Crash then glad,
For what you had,
No words dark enough,
For the love I feel,
Peel my skin,
There's nothing within
A sin, a sin , a sin
Wait!





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On Friday November 23rd, 2007, Mab (1018) writes:
this is a good write that leaves me feeling a little dirty inside.


On Saturday November 24th, 2007, skully (42) writes:
thanks


On Wednesday November 21st, 2007, Distorted_Reality (151) writes:
I love this ;)


On Wednesday November 21st, 2007, ReddropX (42) writes:
Raging emotion. I like this.



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