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Saturday, December 19, 2009

When my blade is that much closer to my skin I hope you would be that much more farther away... and when I do cut myself I hope you are out of reach and I'll keep loving you from afar....


I feel my twisted scars... Atleast I'm glad that the pain is all mine and none yours...
I wish it were not the case though...


Wishing for nothing but the worst for you....
Predator.

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