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DeadStrickenFrozen StillCaught in the hustle of lifeSwept along like a dust bunnyNot knowing who's to trust 
You want the truth? I will confess until every sleeve is stained Every bandage crimson. And you shall never hear my silent screams My actions that speak louder than anything I could ever tell you
Silently screaming for what comes After the red rush Everything will be fine Except for maybe when black scars Meet my friends, my blades, my blades, my Sanity lies in them. Unless there is no –
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