Post experment

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She'd look down with dark hues of hair.
That cover her facial expression.
Crimson splattered around the wall.

That she was near within her grip of touch.
But her feet were chained to the bottom.
To which no trust was exchanged internal.

But she knew hatred was on the shoulders.
Of the doings she has done through life.
A lad picks her face into the bright white.

The scars showed told the deep stories.
Stories that had her bleed from the white.
Glasses that were broken into like window.

Eyes of two different hues of deepest pain.
One was with darkness all over no reflect.
To show the lad in her own eye socket.

To which the lad has a crimson splattered.
Lab coat of consists of series experiment.
To which he has done a said solution.

To the young girl's deepest of pressure.
But he released the devil within her skin.
That was thirsty of any crimson at hand.

The lad gave the young girl a package.
And freed only the hands that have blades.
She took the package in a savage action.

To which she drink the liquids in matters.
To thin seconds of the time being in.
Which the package had crimson inside.

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