Negative thoughts
sometimes i wounder what really lies under the skin, what lies in my vains, what i seek to see, whats really is in my blood. i see red. the color of massacre. the color of love the color of hate. the color of blood. the tip of razors the tip of a sleet of mettal deep in my blood. the color of blood on the tip of this sleet of metal. the color of ........
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