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blood ran dry
Blood racing down my wrists
looking at my brand new slits
The scars remind me
Of what I should be
I fell behind
Got lost in my mind
I Hid my pain
It hurts just the same
When I cut
I bleed enough
The pain is numb
It makes life fun
Ill tell my story
They called me crazy
Like I am worthless
I'm know I am
Oh sorry damn
My blood runs dry
I've stopped my cry
Fall to the floor
Now no more
Dead I'm sure
Death is pure
Death is pure
No, it's pretty sloppy and messy actually, the clean up, the care not to touch all that red that might be infected. Life is purer - just harder. In Imperialism phase, capitalism sends such thoughts to our young, no power. So we tax the rich and find some Life, like wine, gets better with age so stop poking holes in the corks ~~A~~