For some reason I love to see my blood drip,
It can be from my wrist or head,
I won't stumble nor slip,
For many won't notice if I'm dead,
It's like a venom that strikes my mind,
And leaves me looking for something that I can't find,
True pain and love stirred into completion,
With those two things I will start a new generation,
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The s**t I Go THREW~
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