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By PurityMx
Gripping me tightly by the troat til i scream My blood runs thick And it hurts to dream I cut my soul For others to see Whats really inside of me Nothing at all Nothing youll see Nothing inside Nothing youll be I cry blood Runs down my cheek The warmth of it is consuming me Into a drak place where nothing is real. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 04:26 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Gripping me tightly by the troat til i scream ..."