Let it Bleed

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It seems to be bleeding.

It trickles, ever so slowly.




It hits the ground.

It can never be found.

It is alone.

Bleeding all alone.

Save it?

It doesn’t feel welcomed.

It has to go.

Release it.

Free it.

It has to go.

It’s sad, ever so sad.

It seems unfixable.

Let it bleed.

Tears for all the fears,

That it faces every year.