As i apporach my bedroom all i see is the knife. cutting myself a thousand time to see if it worth the price. the damage is done as the devil wins this round. he will never become my king even if i have fallen to the ground.killing is a price do i wanna take it as i bleed. now i fallen to the devil's trap as his new breed.
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