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| Life is emptiness and pain. | |
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| Do you want to read my poetry? | |
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| I pray for death's sweet embrace. | |
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| It's about how I cut myself because I have to feel pain to feel alive. | |
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| I bet you write it in red ink so it looks like blood too. "Cutting poetry", how original. | |
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| Oh yes, and "praying for death's sweet embrace" is such an innovation. | |
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