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You're like the calmest slit to my neck
Bring me in closer
Spruce up my soul and you fill it with coal then you douse it in lava
Chained to my desk
Beckoning nausea
Desperately chosen from a crowd of one and I
-matt maeson
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TW: this story may include mentions of suicide, depression, and alludes to sexual assault. If you feel that any of those subjects could cause you harm, please do not read.
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Red - Bellamy Blake - I
Fanfiction"Can you promise me something, Bell? Promise me you won't do anything stupid?" "I can't promise you that. If it means protecting you- I'll do anything. Stupid or not."
