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Saturday, November 3, 2012
Drawn Under
I'm drawn in by the sin that lies around me.
Wearied by the struggle, I give in. Pulled down
further into what I hate. Finally, buried under
the weight of my guilt, I'm drawn under the knife.
The knife to which I give all myself.
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