Like the colour of roses, my blood oozes out in tiny droplets,
I bend over with my shaky fingers, and swipe again despite the gashing wound.
It hurts even more, the pain is great, it stings even more, but I wash the blood away and forget it even happened
Once again.
-LovableConundrum
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