the emos
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Última publicación lun, abr 27, 2015
Im sitting in the bathroom think about my life and how much i hate it. i feel the familiar tingle in my arm meaning im going to do it again. i press the cold metal to my arm and begin to draw. i draw about love, hate, depression, and sadness. when i look at my arm i see beads of blood forming.
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