Open wounds, scarified. the consuming darkness, black painted eyes. wanders around, doesn’t belong. open wounds bleeding forever a pretty face a tortured soul crying eyes never cease tears of blood stream down a pale face. open wounds a stolen breath a serated dagger falls to the floor streaming from within a crimson river.
Tag: blood stream
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Thoughts have stopped All I know is how You came into me; My blood stream
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Thoughts have stopped All I know is how You came into me My blood stream
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Thoughts have stopped All I know is how You came into me My blood stream