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Thursday, July 14, 2005
untitled work...
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I gaze upon that which is in front of me... shimmering glass... I see my wrist... and over my shoulder I see it... a knife... I find a force drawing me to it... closer... closer... I begin to draw it to my flesh... I feel the cold steel upon my skin... I slowly draw it upon my wrist... watching my life fall before my eyes... much like red rain... looking back toward the glass I notice it... what most call a smile... glaring back at me... ignoring it, I continue to strike... slashing... tearing the flesh from my bones... allowing the rain to poar... faster and faster... my vision begins to blur... my thoughts cave... my exsistence gone... yet a smile kept... as my lifeless corpse falls to the ground... and I return to my grounds of birth...
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