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I'm watching as it builds up.
I'm watching how it runs.
Red, everywhere.
I think I'm having fun.

It's crawling, seeping down my skin.
Think more about the red, then the pain I'm in.
I seen it, run down and soon hit the floor.
The pain is done, over...
                         But I want some more.

Skins peeled off, I can't feel.
I pretend it isn't, but it's all so real.
Remembering what I did throughout the day.
Those words you say.
I can't get this problem out of my way.

I've done it once again.
I think it's gone.
But when I look.
The blood has just begun to run.
Posted: 2009-06-13 20:52:52 UTC

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