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Slice


Clear glass that cuts like a fork tearing flash like a rip in my shorts. Shattered ceramic like a pale child's doll cutting my vessel like a thin paper wall. Cold stainless steel that smells like a nail leaving behind an old rusty trail. Slice, slice you try and you fail no heavy prescription can keep you from hell.
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Soldier_Of_The_Lost
2 years clean from the straight cold knife. Nobody understands except the man they call Christ. ~Icecream

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