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By eleanor maslen

he crawls from the hand that causes the scares the one with the blade its gone to far he cant stop the blood no matter how he tries as he loosens his grip and his wrists cry hes fading from life from the road he built from the people he loved like a rose when it wilts his souls left his body his mind a shell for when one takes their life their destined for hell.

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