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I wearGloves
Like I'm
Going to
Kill you
All.
I won't
Go through
With it.
I just
Taunt myself
And tease
Myself
Like
masturbation
But more
Enticing.
Like black
Lace frosting
On a divorce
Cake.
I celebrate
The deaths
That I wish
I could cause.
By Midnight Sunne
Copyright 2018
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