I feel the blood on my hands and begin to grin. It wasn’t enough to slice your arm. I begin to wonder how it would feel if I cut the skin off your face, to see what’s beneath the masque of all your lies.
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I feel the blood on my hands and begin to grin. It wasn’t enough to slice your arm. I begin to wonder how it would feel if I cut the skin off your face, to see what’s beneath the masque of all your lies.