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Blood
it pours from my wrists
red, pure, and free
it pours from my wrists
dont you see?
to get the blood i have to have pain
i need to watch it flow
it pours so much its like rain
it has to be gone it has to go
when i cut it takes it away
all of the anger, pain, sadness, and hate
i have to get rid of it.....it cannot stay
so please death do not be late
