.this sickness seeps over every cell and every pore
creeping up and down my veins, silent murder>the face in the mirror shatterd when it fell
maybe im too far gone to tell, this is the end
all alone in my room with a crimson blade
its my private tomb in which i cannot be saved
but i.
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