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Oh, now you care, now you
want to look at me, now that
my wrist are open and my
blood spills from them. I like the
way the blood drops, like rain
from a never ending storm. Now look
at me what do you see, the man I am
are the man that I was suppose to
be. Because we both know
that the future me, well is die.
want to look at me, now that
my wrist are open and my
blood spills from them. I like the
way the blood drops, like rain
from a never ending storm. Now look
at me what do you see, the man I am
are the man that I was suppose to
be. Because we both know
that the future me, well is die.
© 2015 - 2024 Redbuick95
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That is really sad. Relationships are complicated. When they end we feel empty inside. We inflict pain on ourselves to block the pain we feel in our heart. You are an emotional poet!