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Submitted:Sep 14, 2011 Reads: 32 Comments: 27 Likes: 8
I have a story,
I have a past,
I have a present,
Mine is written across my skin,
While I lose my soul deep within,
Lovely lines,
Lacerate my wrist,
Lovely lines,
Decorate my hip,
All it takes is a single slip,
A little flick,
My future….
A single drip….
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