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Choke

Hate and pain are mixed within,
As I drag the knife across my skin.
For no joy do I see,
In this cruel world life has provided me.

Choked with grief, hate and pain,
My clouded mind no longer sane.
Words of hate consume my soul,
For soon fate will take it's toll.

I spit on life and all it's lies,
These hateful things that fill my eyes.
My broken heart shall not mend,
Soon this pain will bring an end.

But no fears do I hold,
For my body's raw, my blood cold.

© KiTTiE
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