no mercy: cold

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Saturday, June 26, 2004

cold

knife slices rips through heart head avoids the real question hard and cold lashing out at soft pink me at me who loves thoughts of additional damage more breakage it doesn’t know it does what it wants and does it to me using sweet words disguised in prose stumble backward fall hard must start over... Sign in to see full entry.

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