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What�s Left
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Self harm/Suicide 3-11-03
Hold me
Death
Wretched, Evil, Black haze
Envelope this rotting spirit
Which lies dormant
Being sliced by words
Of sharp-tongued friends
A spirit lies waiting
For renewal with
Little faith
As it is nothing
But the wretched
Smell of Bile, Blood
And rotting Souls
Thankyou for not hurrying
