burn, die, suffer, and repeat. go down to the place where even the devil himself woun't go. drenched in hate, pain, and sorrow so deep. go deep down to that trecherouse place where the lies are the truths and truth lies in your face. where hate exists, thrives, and grows with every desperate crawl of the clocks hand. a place where pain is everything and only very few things exist out side it. so go deep, deep, deep down and bury everything inside you with a razor blade that cuts out your vains. it shows no remorse or feelings of regret as the blood flows. the blood covers your wrist and hand in a brilliant display of letting everything go. the feel and look of the river of red keeps you interested as your body goes numb. you stop feeling yet something lingers. what could that lingering sensation be? through the flowing river of brilliangt red is the feeling of pride. because you didnt give in you didn't give up. at least ... not this time.
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