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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Sweet Child

I lost her 
I don't when
Pain took her away from me
The echo of laughter in my soul
I killed her
I saw her blood on the floor
My blood
I lost her to the demon hate
Or more likely... to my own self
Cutting was my drug
My release
My freedom
The black pulse
Beating my scorched heart
The memories I'd like to forget

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