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More poems by Hell's Design
Her final cut.
Unclear sorrows fill her mind.
She misses the happiness left behind.
Memories haunt her of a shadowed past.
For how long can her sanity last???
Laid in the dark, eyes sealed shut.
Bleeding to death from her final cut.
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Hell's Design
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