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| I sit here, All alone. Holding my wrist. Feeling the blood seep through my fingers. Knowing it will be okay. Knowing it will all workout. The blood keeps coming. Thinking of not thinking. Not feeling, Not hurting. No empty promises. No pain… No pain. The blood keeps coming. Everything is red… Now white. I remain happy. Even now, When the Reaper’s grim cheek is pressed to mine. I feel joy. The blood keeps coming. I don't cry. I don't worry. I won’t need to worry, When I'm safe in my womb of red. My cocoon of blood--- The blood stops coming. |
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