It really doesn’t matter
If I scratch, cut or burn
For what I do in the shadows
Is none of your concern
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It really doesn’t matter
If I scratch, cut or burn
For what I do in the shadows
Is none of your concern
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
… but talking probably less painful
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It can depend to be honest 🖤🖤
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Powerful & poignant words. We’ve all got our own ways of coping ❤
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Indeed we do 🖤🖤
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Just plain old skin!
Btw are you a fan of the TV show What We Do In The Shadows?
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Why, of course!! 😁
This was another little easter egg (that has nothing to do with the theme of the poem) that I threw in for my own amusement 😉🖤
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Hahaha!! Awesome. Although it fits perfectly 🤔.
I heard there’s a recent new series out actually. I last watched it ages ago. Got to get me some more Matt Berry and that sexy woman with the accent 😂.
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Yes! Although it’s Nandor ‘The Relentless’ all the way for me! 😍
The new series is great. All on Iplayer if you can get caught up.
I guess the poem could fit actually – although I think my intention was a lot less ‘tongue in cheek’ than our vampiric friends 👍🖤
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One of my friends has a Belarusian girlfriend who is exactly like that character it’s uncanny.
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Wow! 😊🖤
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Dragging you back to the poem, Charmer, I thought it was a powerful little gem.
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Thank you my friend.
You’re very kind 🖤
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You are welcome, as always!
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👍🖤
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Self-harm or fetish?
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Definitely the former 🖤
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🙂
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