United States
42° 30' 18.954" N, 123° 19' 38.3376" W

Silently screaming for what comes
After the red rush
Everything will be fine
Except for maybe when black scars
Meet my friends, my blades, my blades, my
Sanity lies in them.
Unless there is no –
Hope no one notices...


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