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The Knife
The pain that I endure. The knife that cuts my flesh, the blood that weeps, from out my vains.
sends me into orbit, giving me an orgasmic high.
I cannot stop cutting, for it feels so good. As I lie upon the floor. Slowly as I bleed to death, hear me with my last breath, say I love you one more time.
sends me into orbit, giving me an orgasmic high.
I cannot stop cutting, for it feels so good. As I lie upon the floor. Slowly as I bleed to death, hear me with my last breath, say I love you one more time.
Published 12th Sep 2012
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