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Current Music:
Snow Patrol - Run
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She takes the last ounce of me, watching the blood drip, does she enjoy, the agony only she can give. Screams held inside, eyes lit on fire, no words are spoken. A smile is faked, her lips..my desire, beauty frozen in time, poison injected...running threw my veins, im falling now, the heart pounds, the numbness kicks in, a hot tear dries quickly, her smile.. my last gaps of air, I l... . words that were never said again.
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