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The water is stinging
Leaving red upon red along my back
The pain is deep
My eyes are messed
I cant seem to stop
The feeling has me in knots
Addicted to something that will only leave me to rot
Yet I can't seem to stop
My pain is all washed up
And now the red that lays upon my back
Will display all my aching faults
-s

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