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heres one of them I feel the blood rush down from my arm. I see red exit this cut. My soul pours out of these wounds. There is nothing left behind this smile. Burning inside it hurts my only pain, its gone iv turnded to ashes. All I see is darkness. My life flashes I see roses at my grave. No...

1 I feel the blood rush down from my arm. I see red exit this cut. My soul pours out of these wounds. There is nothing left behind this smile. Burning inside it hurts my only pain, its gone iv turnded to ashes. All I see is darkness. My life flashes I see roses at my grave. No ones there. I see...