Crimson liquid flows along the skin
The tender, delicate skin
The sting from the cut,
Still fresh on your mind
Not enough
More liquid
The red marks,
Left on the skin
Scars
Will they stay?
I hope so
Pain
They help the pain
Crimson liquid flows along the skin
Pain
That's enough
Enough pain for today
Enough tears for today
Enough of everything for today
More crimson
Liquid flows, along the skin
Finally
It's the end
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