Her presence is intense,
her emotions spilling over,
hitting you with such force.
Her eyes flicker,
with such hatered and rage.
Boiling in her blood,
is black poison,
injected with heartbreak.
She does not play around,
she does not shake,
she digs the razor in deep,
relishes the blood,
flowing from her wound.
Pleasure, pain, to her...
It's all the same.
Sting from the razor,
does not equal the pain,
she feels in her heart.
She is searching...
Forever searching for something to compare..
To her heartbreak.
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wow, thats sad, i like how you describe that the physicall pain doesn't hurt as much as the emotional. only found one thing that might need fixing- She eyes flicker, should she be her?
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Ah! Thanks.
Ill fix that.
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This SUCKS.
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lol, dont b hard on urself
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ugh.
It does suck though.
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