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Heres a poem a wrote a while back:
All over are the scars from years
I've kept them bleeding-
Relieves my fears.
And as I take this knife away
Im saving myself and you
December's iced and grey.
My favorite color's
The same as the blood I bear
I have no one else here
As of now this is blood I share.
Free me from this cage
If I was dead left to dig my own grave
You kiss my lips and I awake only
Blood and tears are the remedy.
But the only cure you'll ever see
Is exposed to the wrists unscarred.
All over are the scars from years
I've kept them bleeding-
Relieves my fears.
And as I take this knife away
Im saving myself and you
December's iced and grey.
My favorite color's
The same as the blood I bear
I have no one else here
As of now this is blood I share.
Free me from this cage
If I was dead left to dig my own grave
You kiss my lips and I awake only
Blood and tears are the remedy.
But the only cure you'll ever see
Is exposed to the wrists unscarred.