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red tear

a tear drop falls from my wrist
a blade surrenders to its bliss
my falling life waits in the shadows
as i find glory in my sorrows

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  • Tlr051408
    February 13

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    Pain to mute the pain

    ...pain you create so that you can make sense of it. Pain you can see so that you can heal it. Pain you make hurt so that it umbrellas the real pain ..if only for a moment. satisfaction in feeling something that makes sense as opposed to feeling a pain that you cant touch...even if the satisfaction is in finding a way to end the pain for good...i get it. you said it...in less than 30 words, you said it.


  • daemonfae
    February 12

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    I can relate

    Anyone who has ever taken a blade to their wrist knows exactly what you speak of here. In these four, short lines, youve managed to capture my tormented soul and It will live here forever! I wouldnt change a thing!