Strange
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Last published Fri, Mar 16, 2012
Blood, gushing down parched white lips. Finishing a story that never was told. Months of torture, suffering and crime, and still there was time for one more trial of devastation. One more life changing alteration to be made. Bloody from start to finish, seeping the colour from once rosy cheeks. Now to be labelled, stamped, stereotyped. Strange.
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The stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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