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[im_a_wench]

The pain like the red elixior of life runs through me,
Passing through my heart, now darkened by life itself,
Far too gone to be helped, far too lost to be found,
The hurt only quenched by the crimson drops,
Slowly trickling out from deep within me,
Pulling out all that is wrong with them,
I, wishing it would end, pray for relief,
But in fate's cruel game, it comes too late,
So I'll stay here until finally it ends . . .