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BloodlettingArchaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity.Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire. A suicide mission destined to fail, a moving ladder to climb taking me away. I wouldn't have it any other way. |