| some of my handiwork |
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| There was a very fine, an elegant pain. In the razor's wake, the skin melted away... then the blood welled up... the chaos in my head spun itself into a silk of silence. |
| some of my handiwork |
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| There was a very fine, an elegant pain. In the razor's wake, the skin melted away... then the blood welled up... the chaos in my head spun itself into a silk of silence. |