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Rated: · Other · Death · #1734451

As the blood drips, from my open cut,
My eyes are open, I force them shut,
A puddle surrounds me, of what was once mine,
Not saying I love you, was my only crime,
As I think of this, I cut once more,
The blood drips, from my wrist to the floor.
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