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As I see you walk away for the final time....
I put my blade back to my wrists and fall into blood abyss.
I wake empty and alone.
As my suffering continues I get closer to the true me.
All around me my bitter-crimson blood flows from all points of my body.
I smile as I slowly drown in my bitter-crimson blood in my shadowed redoubt...
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incestusposted on 03/11/2008
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its like vampirish