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Anna Ti

Updated: Tue, 2 Dec 2014 06:52 pm

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Every night I stare at the blade. I look in the mirror and I see my self, but I look dark and insane my eye are sunken in and my skin looks gray . In the mirror the girl says wanna play a game? she grabs the blade and cuts and encourages me do to the same. I hesitate and do then play the game , I cut my arms and face as she does the same. I look a bloody mess. She tells me to get in a dress and dance around and lets praise because her wish has made my vain she get what she wants, I stop living and now death is my view and nothing look sane.

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