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| There's a part of me that I want to get back again | |||||||||
| I could say a lot about pain. I could talk about how I think everyone human being needs a certain amount of pain in their life to keep them sane. I could write an entire paper on the self-destructive habits of teens, but I won't. I don't have to. I think my poems (stories and pics possibly added later) can speak for themselves. Some of these are....a little morbid. | |||||||||
| Thin Red Ink | |||||||||
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