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September 8th, 2004

I call to you
But you're away with someone new
The feeling from my gut
Said it was wrong to cut

I silently cry my first tear
Looking at it I realize a fear
Vanity runs through my head
After all you've said

My second tear falls slowly
With my mind moving quickly
This feels so right
Yet all I can see is crimson in sight

The pain I think I have mastered
As the third tear falls faster
The cut so deep
I dont feel, no pain can seep

All the tears I could ever cry
I never thought they would make me die
The next tear bigger than the first three
I only wish that you knew you're killing me

My last tear runs down my arm
I am no longer in any harm
All the pain I held to disguise
Now just puddles of crimson for you to recognize