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Life is a dream sometimes it is happy sometimes it cries Life could heal, but it could kill too. I've been cutting inside; wounds crying everytime. Blood pouring down like red wine falling from the sky. A puddle of blood that is in delight Darkness has been around me like a companion. I wonder what my place in life. so i ask myself 'is it for pain and misery? ' or 'is it to just roam around within the abyss and the lunacy of darkness? ' Knives would slash like cutting a twig in half. This is... Sign in to see full entry.