Quickly it falls.
Drip by drip.
Like a waterfall.
A beautiful red.
It falls down.
As do the dead.
Faster now.
The beauty dies.
As it falls down.
I watch as the blood drips.
From the cuts.
Deep within my wrist.
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Mini Stories
Short StoryJust some little ideas. Sad or happy I'm proud of these. Don't hate. Includes: true stories Made up stories Poems Etc I will mark a chapter using * to say that it is a true story.
