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arsenic-sea

Published: Apr 29, 2013

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teach me about suicide
teach me to sin
through the scars
underneath the skin

I want to let you in

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this has been in my head forever, part of a poem, the rest felt like lies and only this felt like the truth

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MysticHorns

Apr 30, 2013

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