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haTed
bliss, for to die is simplicity. shake off the hands that take it all for me. will a brief existence ever show the vital signs of life? despite it?s cries of isolation? I am guilt over innocence. so you?ve discovered a way further than under my skin. blood in the sink is better than on my hands. one piece of glass to cut off the page. you see by looking, know by feeling what you see but you can?t touch it anymore, anymore, no more isolation. i am guilt over innocence. so you?ve discovered: away from the umbilical; loss of methodical life. analytical visions, illogical dreams. die.
i am guilt over innocence. so you?ve discovered a way further than under my skin