It took me a good long while to realise that the mud that had slipped me and slowed me for all of these years was in reality nothing more then dirt and blood. Blood, that had flown freely and gracefully in delicate streams from the lascerations in my wrist; cut so lovingly by some unknown creation inside of myself with a scissor-sharp peice of our
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