my heartstrings cease to strain i've aquired a taste for poisoned lips drank deep of this disease in me adored with prying eyes beneath a mask made of flesh and thorns collected from the ones she'd loved before her eyes were opened wide she now could see forever traced deep the marks she'd made with her razor the lines of suicide
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